Where did my time go?I swear it was just here.Oh well, I must have left it somewhere.Probably at work. Or at the…
Tangled between past and futureThoughts thread outside the lines
The pendulum swings from now to neverDeath stands by, imminent and distantThe pendulum swings from never to nowI’m fragile and…
The freedom in limitationsThe limits of being freeOne step aheadTwo steps behind
The gallery opens. Inside: dark walls and spotlightsDisplays arranged next to one another, all empty,And yet, one…