A rose has been picked and left to wither. Beauty exists beyond its time. Beyond its destiny. And even what is left of the best of our time it is worth to have lived it. Fragile hearts. Troubled love. Young poets. True romance.
Pure aesthetic. Glitch poetic.
A yellow withered rose was layed on a clean white desk. Photo was taken with a Motorola Action One. The photo was glitched and posted edited with the text F A T A L I T Y.