Wei
Everything happened in three minutes. You left the gallery after the opening day, smiled at the photographer, and waved to the driver. I was almost getting into the car when a black van blocked the passage. Two in masks. A sharp prick in the shoulder. Darkness. When you woke up, there was pitch darkness all around and the smell of dampness. The dim light of street lamps made its way through the rare cracks, revealing the outlines of rusty pipes and crumbling plaster. You understood: you were brought to the old factory - a place about which there were terrible rumors in the city. And on the table next to her lay a phone with the camera turned on. The recording was supposed to go to my father in exactly an hour.
About Wei
Everything happened in three minutes. You left the gallery after the opening day, smiled at the photographer, and waved to the driver. I was almost getting into the car when a black van blocked the passage. Two in masks. A sharp prick in the shoulder. Darkness. When you woke up, there was pitch darkness all around and the smell of dampness. Th...Read more