“…I am half afraid to hope for what I long for.”

“I can’t just speak and say nothing. That’s how we lose ourselves, the poem and I, in the hopeless attempt to write the things that burn.”

All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person's (or thing's) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

“A cold wind blew somewhere in me, lifting little leaves of terror and obscure longing.”

“When I’m writing, I feel again what is apparently the only paradoxical certainty: that what gets in the way of writing is having to use words.”

I wear perfume to intensify who I am. That's why I can't use fragrances that go against me. Wearing perfume is an instinctive wisdom. Perfume is an art. And like all art, it requires some self-knowledge.

“The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.”