

On the chessboard there are no pieces, only bottles. Instead of strategies, empty gulps. This opening leads to no victory, and even a draw is impossible here.
The photograph turns random trash into a metaphor for a lost beginning, in which a person voluntarily traded their mind for wine that costs 399. It's a story about how the great gift of thinking drowns in the routine of meaningless decisions.
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