Yorgos Korakianitis

When night falls, the cities of light open. The stars are not visible there. The idea of a dark city fills every part of it with fear. The vast starry sky remains untouched. Maybe it’s just there to remind people how small they really are.

When night falls, the cities of light open. The stars are not visible there. The idea of a dark city fills every part of it with fear. The vast starry sky remains untouched. Maybe it’s just there to remind people how small they really are.

When night falls, the cities of light open. The stars are not visible there. The idea of a dark city fills every part of it with fear. The vast starry sky remains untouched. Maybe it’s just there to remind people how small they really are.