Clear isn't a color,' one shouts. 'If it isn't a color, what do you call this?' Julio asks, gesturing to absolutely nothing. 'Call what?' the suit asks. 'The space between us - the emotional space,' Julio says, before waxing poetic about a clear glass of water, clear smells, and the clear memories all around them.
Fantasmas is a celebration of the abnormal; of the things that don't fit in and why each quirk, idiosyncrasy, and distinction should be cherished for its fantastic nonconformity. Surreality reigns supreme.
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