Murderous Cherries, Murders, and Inevitability of Life

Cherries nailed onto a canvas, bleeding profusely without any sound. "Help" murmur the painter. The night is still young.

Those cherries bleed themselves with joy and happiness unimaginable for humans. "Look" said the cherries. "Everybody's looking at us."

But sadly, nobody cares.

Especially for the cherries.

At leas, the cherries are remembered when people tried to see the news. "Murdering Fructose," the headline said.

And they were sad to see those bunch of cherries nailed to their demise on the front page of their favourite newspaper.

Even more sad than ever: they realized that the passing of the cherry folks are inevitable in the reality of life.

Crazy, isn't it?

How the death of a bunch of cherries saddens humanity.

That's it. It's finished.

The story of cherries massacred on a canvas on a corner of an exhibition space at a city...

...which we'll never know which city in this world it is.

Unless we read it on the news, of course.

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Friday, December 27th, 2013.

Inside the belly of a coffee shop/ Approximately 650 kilometers from home.