Here too are dreaming landscapes, lunar, derelict.
Here too are the masses, tillers of the soil.
And cells, fighters, who lay down their lives for a song.
Music, pics and anything that creates movement.
You can't go wrong with Agnes. Her world is lyrical, mystical, spiral. Probably there is something in Copenhagen that makes you dream of the unknown. A magnetic sadness that pulls your soul's strings and flies them away.
