A field of tulips is moving like a red sea of blood, flowing on the edge of perception as we land,gently bumping onto the airport…
So, 6 years ago in July 2015 I was 20 years old and posing in front of a miniature pig house in Coimbra for a friend also named Petra…
An old, time-worn, plushy comfortable armchair beneath me. Gauzy white, insubstantial curtains flapping in the wind, violently dancing like…
Stop, drop and roll, you’ve got a phone call!Ping, ring, blink,notifications, altercations, email communications.
Just wait till you grow up, they said.Things will make sense, you’ll see.
Fluffy socks, a cup of tea and a warm blanket.So little, but so much. A kind word, a friendly smile, a touch of love.Fresh coffee, a crisp…
Empty hallways, empty workspace, empty pubs.