Where’s the key hiding?
Tainted illusions, fallen dreams… a spec of dust in the midst. All along the way hearing footsteps behind that door. A lock, a key, nowhere to be found. How to open, how to enter? A riddle, a song, a mere intervention of hope. Peripheral images of a floating blue balloon that leads the way into the confines of unspoken boundaries. Run, now.

A chance to break through, an idea of outstanding love. And yet, no way to get in.

The door

The lock

The key.