Daydream in Vienna

First chapter:  A trivial butvital piece of everyday life

Usedto sitting invisibly on the side of the road. There is soft music here atnight.

Take awhiff of that sweet fruit tea from across the street, or the smell of grassafter rain, and collect them in a clay pot to bring home.

Apartfrom the fragrant scent, there’s my content. Where to next?

>The FATPINK pots arehand-made; therefore, some micro-glazes might be incomplete.