Love, love is all I think about π₯πΉ
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, itβs no longer there. So Iβve 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.
