say no to clowns

ebullient decay…

“stainache” part two — May 1, 2017
“stainache” — April 25, 2017
where have we been? — February 28, 2017
if you need that sweet oxygen mask for a moment… — February 11, 2017
dresden — February 9, 2017



Thirteen years have already passed Dresden, and I still remember the way your venerable spirit soaked through my pores, filling my lungs with a new language.

But it wasn’t until my beloved friend started to sing, that my heart translated the stories she told me, the unspeakable truths of her tormented past.

Never have I been so moved by sound, the waves joyously belying the stripped beneath. Struggling to remain standing, my heart already on its knees, Perspective winded me in all tenses.

If ever anyone should bow to any sense of venerable, it was now, at her humble feet. I took a photo, one that should be in the dictionary…

microcosm. (title forever changing, subject to mood lighting) — January 23, 2017
ssshhh ne pas déranger, prétention en cours — September 28, 2016