Nicklas Dahlström

A tortoise crawls across the floor. A man sits on the couch, dead. A year passes, the mail by the door piles up as the man slowly rots. The starving and lonely tortoise begins to panic.

A tortoise crawls across the floor. A man sits on the couch, dead. A year passes, the mail by the door piles up as the man slowly rots. The starving and lonely tortoise begins to panic.

A tortoise crawls across the floor. A man sits on the couch, dead. A year passes, the mail by the door piles up as the man slowly rots. The starving and lonely tortoise begins to panic.

A tortoise crawls across the floor. A man sits on the couch, dead. A year passes, the mail by the door piles up as the man slowly rots. The starving and lonely tortoise begins to panic.