The moment of contact.
March 2014
Misty Morning
Misty.
Medusa.
No one.
Strange fruit.
Too hot.
She.
Strangle the dog.
Hurt.
I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real.
( by Trent Raznor, “Hurt” )
Wolf City.
Chasing the peace dove.
Werkzeug der Macht.
Swans.
Pissing in a river.
Behind the wall of sleep.
Drinking Black Ink.
Stormy weather.
Nebel.
Hot tea.
House of God.
Obstacles.
Preparation.
A single note.
Music.
Listening to Vivaldi.
Shame.
Ego te absolvo.
Love will tear us apart.
Waiting for Valentine
