Brutkey

Michael Kazarnowicz
@kazarnowicz@unstraight.club
A young man leaning against small building in a desert landscape. Since that young man was me, let me paint the picture best I can: A black t-shirt and dark blue cargo pants. White socks and sandals. A plastic gadgety watch on the left wrist, it has a gray frame an a large white button. The sunglasses can best and kindest be described as very gadgety with their plastic, golden frames that are almost the opposite of what I should wear considering the shape of my face; they make my face head seem weirdly long. The fact that I was allowed to run around like that unstrained is proof that there is no such a thing as "fashion police", at least not when you need them. The only good thing about them is that they hide the piercing in my left eyebrow. And then there's the hair. My hair back then was a dark brown until the bleaching incident that made it the look on the photo. It's blonde-ish, leaning strongly on the yellow. It looks like the hair on those small trolls you put at the end of a pen as a kid, feels. Note that it is saved by professional and expensive intervention, since the (double) home bleach left it a very, very, very bright shade of orange. I have never since bleached or colored my hair. e48959ad80999416.jpeg A landscape with a wild meadow in the foreground, and fir trees in the background. At a first glance, the landscape seems covered in snow, and the trees look like parts of them have been airbrushed with snow. A closer look shows that the white looks more like it's growing around each individual blade of grass in the foreground. A narrow dirt road passes a small house and continues downwards, the tree line following its slope. It's impossible to see beyond the treeline despite the high vantage point due to a foggy haze that covers the tops of the fir trees at the bottom, and quickly gets denser to blend with the sky. 449eb3bbce44ad1b.png