About the book: year / I like to look at the glare of the sun. When the rays glide over her skin, a pleasant sensation of ceramic and warmth appears on her fingertips. Shadows play everywhere: on the ceiling, on the walls and on the girl’s body. The hollows of Venus and the waist above take my attention with their curves. While Tanya looks out the window at the evening sky, I look at this amphora. And I forget that I need to breathe.