Love, love is all I think about πŸ₯€πŸŒΉ

One day in the basement of my office, I found a rose in a bottle, quietly it lived there, in a zulal bottle. It was quietly extending its gesture of love.

Two weeks later, it’s no longer there. So I’ve been collecting the same water bottles I consume every day during work, and on my weekend, I buy a bunch of roses, carry sugar with warm water, drive around and recreate this gesture.

In random places and places, I could express love publicly.