Your choice, you’re the mad scientist — I knew this guy, Paulo. I always had a weird feeling about him. I knew that he might eventually sabotage the project, but I didn’t have the balls to state it publicly to everyone. I didn’t even have the guts to admit it to myself. Well, maybe I didn’t comprehend…

Exhibition open at night — Bridges connect people. That’s why newlyweds put up a lock on a bridge they choose and throw the key into the river. Now the river holds the key. The river always goes, at times it even rages with the flow, and somehow we dare to put our trust in it…

Between the corrosion of truth and emergence of hate — ~ HEAVY OSCILLATION ~ Trying to find my way Across this mental quake, Shaking, keeping me awake, 24/7 Do I need a break? Tell me how to slow down, Greet me in the aisle father, and tell me How to untie this unceasing mental frenzy. I sense that I’m making…

Behind the story that broke the Internet — Late evening, and I’m tired. She glides across the concrete tiles on her little scooter. The one where you have to put some effort in and give a little push from time to time. I’m taken aback for a moment, she got me thinking that these little people exist, and…

Finding what is lost in hurried thoughts — In a place where cars don’t stop and deer observe from faraway hills. Late evening drive, and the echoes of my thoughts emerge as I exhale the day. The sky is bleeding on my right. The moon is howling on my left. As I turn those winding curves, Luna steps…

Something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others. — Well now, there appears to be something that I know, something that I have done. And I will not tell you about it. Ha! A secret. It’s called a secret. Now your mind wanders. “Ooo, what could he be on about?” From the miniscule to the most incredible and exciting…

Or lack thereof — I sit at the table talking to you, and I feel my lungs lack air. Familiar sensation. This one goes hand in hand with self-consciousness because now I have to make sure I’m properly paying attention to your boring stories. I have to hold a proper grin, revealing a slight…

As the dead rest, may we dare to shine — Sunday, 10:30. Trees rustle in the cemetery as a tiny tit glides across the hanging sunbeams. Elizabeth enters the cemetery through a frail dark green metal gate. Followed by her mother, she paces across the narrow pathways. A comfortable silence connects the two women as they walk to visit the…

Tap, tap. Time to shatter — These summer waves take me underneath all the flourishing of the season. Seems as though everyone walks by, taking in the pink pollen, swayed into a sweet summer swirl by the mesmerizing scent. While I hide this time, peeking. Curious or afraid? Perhaps just idle. …