Jan-David Bolt

Oscar is late. In the surrounding skyscrapers hands are shaken and contracts are signed. That's the last thing he needs right now. Where do these damned snails come from?

A dry, gaping hole. Those unlucky enough to see it, will find happiness.

Sometimes saving the world can be a strenuous job. Nero knows that each one of us has to find a way to contribute or we will certainly all be doomed. A dark satire about sustainability.

Oscar is late. In the surrounding skyscrapers hands are shaken and contracts are signed. That's the last thing he needs right now. Where do these damned snails come from?

Oscar is late. In the surrounding skyscrapers hands are shaken and contracts are signed. That's the last thing he needs right now. Where do these damned snails come from?

A dry, gaping hole. Those unlucky enough to see it, will find happiness.

A dry, gaping hole. Those unlucky enough to see it, will find happiness.

Sometimes saving the world can be a strenuous job. Nero knows that each one of us has to find a way to contribute or we will certainly all be doomed. A dark satire about sustainability.