I sleep little, but I can also fall asleep anywhere. When I’m behind glass and travelling from Point A to Point B and not sleeping, I look through the window. All the time. Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird Where are you now when I need you …
Skin is the biggest organ we have. If it were to be stretched, it would measure up to 2m². Its size is immense and yet, in our daily routine we forget how important it is to us. In history, skin also has played an important cultural role: it was a canvas for scarification and tattoos, …
We went on a really nice walk by the river yesterday, after going to the park. We also drank beer next to the train tracks. We also threw a lot of sticks to chagra the dog. And I took a few pictures. This one is nice. Staring into the intersection, she thinks that she …
An absolutely perfect afternoon one or two weeks ago. reasons like seasons they constantly change and the seasons of last year like reasons have floated away away with this spilt milk away with this dirty dish water, away Something Corporate: Me and the Moon
Memories of Scandinavia; summer 2008. It was a really grey day, and we were about to embark on a journey to Paris.. Ci sono cose che pesano, pesano, pesano Ci sono cose che schiacciano Oh no, cresco eppure m’abbasso, chilometri in giù, chilometri più giù Colpiscono un cuore di piombo Verdena: 17 Tir nel Cortile
I wrote a somewhat photography-related post earlier, and instead of cross-posting I thought I would just link to it here. Yesterday, on my walk, in-between almost getting run over by a tram and seeing a suicidal man on top of the cathedral, I took pictures of buildings. and birds. most of them are actually very …
This is for people who made make me believe in love. I wait and I count to the last breath we take What we made doesn’t make sense. What’s a wolf without a pack? Open your chest and take the heart from it. What’s bad, we’ll fix it. What’s wrong, we’ll make it alright, alright …
Let’s stay awake and listen to the dark Before the birds, before they all wake up Emiliana Torrini: Birds
These clouds we’re seeing Their explosions in the sky It seems it’s written But we can’t read between the line.. ..Soulmates never die Placebo: Sleeping with Ghosts
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me And even though there’s no way in knowing where to go I promise I’m going because I gotta I gotta get outta here And I’m begging …