1. One day I stopped loving it I felt being its only representation, representative and a uniformed statue. I was the only replica of my own insane creation, I became a dated caricature of my old powerful but degenerated self, a piece of Débris art admired by the connoisseurs of the Abject long ago. I knew death was around the corner, now that I had … Continue reading Abject or débris Art by Nina Živančević