GOAT

I'm walking my dog ​​and he's slowly starting to pull his tail. A completely unknown noise barrier hums before his eyes. He doesn't want to go any further, despite the fact that I'm still holding an empty po bag in my hand... ....I dream that I could continue through the green park, which mysteriously ends here in the crater of the modern noisy world. I am not dreaming, I can... Above the noisy intersection, where the city lost its breath and the roar of engines drowned out its beating, the thought of silence arose. The place is sick, it needs healing. How to find peace in everyday chaos? Board, cake, canvas, just cover it. The hum disappeared, the wounds healed. Urbanism works here as a patch: sensitive, solid, healing. Underneath, life continues to roll at its pace.