I’d like to

I would like to have this point more advanced. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time and I can’t quite define it. Its forms, its features, its proportions are not closed. I guess these characters are capricious. They need their time to be born. Even now that they hang their parents’ photos on the cork, the process is not accelerated. I look at them when I come in, when I sit, when I get up, and when I go out and turn off the light. Then I watch them wondering
where they hide their essence. In which photo is the secret. They don’t tell me, I guess I have to find out. Perhaps the answer is not to try to make them look so similar.