weird... there are all kind of shapes in every thing that surrounds us... we can find ourselves in small thing, we can find meanings in the most usual objects. chain-man... at first I liked the shape of that door... but than I saw him, chained there, with no chance of getting out... I wonder, who holds his key?
who holds my key?
we all have our own key... sometimes all we have to do is take it, own it... but do we know what to fo with it?
all we can do is try doing the best we can do with the key: open that door... let people inside... let ourselves out!