
you look at the stars and they are beautiful

An Art collection
Unease rules with the number nine.
It’s the feeling of being watched, the stomach dropping before the fall. Are you even really here? You catch movements in the corner of you eye, but when you look there’s nothing to see.
It’s shivers down the spine and air heavy with thunder. It’s the uncomfortable sense of something not being quite right.
Here is only the unbearable wait for something unspeakable.