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.
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.