50 cans of gas. I didn't count, but if you believe me, there are more than 50. This is not my collection from the supermarket, this is my emotional reserve. A friend when everyone screams from loneliness every night. Some drink water, I count bubbles. Aesthetics-here are the colorful cans, the reflection of light, and the shadow of my life crisis in the background.
P.S. I don't drink it, I just watch it. This is also art.










