Wallpaper ((install)) | Vino G Bastian

Vino stood by the window of a cheap hotel room, the one with the peeling yellow wallpaper that smelled of clove cigarettes and regret. He traced the outline of a faded floral pattern with his fingertip. Outside, the city was a blur of neon reds and deep blues, but he lived in the grays.

Jakarta, 3:00 AM.

Vino turned back to the window. He pressed his palm flat against the cold glass. He didn't see his reflection. He saw a man who had just burned his own house down to feel the heat. vino g bastian wallpaper

He didn't answer. He just looked at the yellow wallpaper one last time. Tomorrow, he would be a different man. But tonight, he was the villain they deserved. Vino stood by the window of a cheap