"The Harlequin or fool represents our spontaneous nature, that part that can listen and respond to impulses without censor. This innocence can be refreshing, freely trusting in the journey. However, sometimes when we embody this energy we may not watch where we are going, and blindly step off the cliff. This harlequin willingly goes into the mystery and magic of the world."
The boy leads his mother with the red hair up the steps of the trattoria, the Palace of Sighs. I'm little more than a ghost watching them from behind a white mask. Where they go I cannot follow.
I would like to use this as a space to collect various things that could keep us company on the nights we feel alone. Some spilled out of me, some I came across.
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