I've been trying to find inspirations these days. Ideas just wouldn't come out alone. The sky, grey, the leaves, red, the grass, discolored, isn't this a new season? Cold weather, wind blowing, empty streets... This is how silence reigned. Some cars were passing by, diffusing smoke. Breathing in this terrible air.. I'm trying to escape, run, flee, but still ending up falling into this eternal black hole. That's when you realize that you have no inspiration.. Pitch black...
Wan young's post correction.