
The railway station in Novi Sad, us and them
What's wrong with their faces?
They were there on Friday, showing their amateurish grieving faces, as if someone really needed them. Only the Main one conspicuously failed, because that is his manner: he creates all the shitty situations of our lives, and then stands above them, as innocent and amazed, leaving for himself the position of the one who will judge, condemn, release, explain, comfort