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by | Aug 22, 2020 | Cambodia, Phnom Penh, Words

Every day I open my eyes, in the dark Often I wake up before, in my dreams Often somewhere else The air I breath is different The heat feels cold I feel but I am not myself Maybe because I am somewhere else I turn my head It’s daylight A cold blazing daylight Blurring...
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by | Jul 8, 2020 | Cambodia, Phnom Penh, Words

A “designer” who does not think, the process of constant self reflection, of themselves simply as a worker is a contagious work unit to society. Not that long time ago advertising (marketing) was considered a cheat, people who trick you, who make you need to buy, do...