The lomo is a family of flowers with hairy and fleshy organs, and I was haunted by the desire to see them, I searched for them, and nothing horrified, disgusted, as well as charmed me more than them, accompanied by a small abyss, I mean they swayed in the air. I thought I saw them, but actually they were looking at me naked.
‘She is like a carnivorous plant thriving in the darkness, channeling all her energy towards her chosen prey. What is it that propels the essence of life forward?’