Music is your only friend until the end.

By: Nicky Laatz

When I was a human man, I had rosy cheeks, yet in between those cheeks, there was never a smile. And then, one night, everything changed. Nadja came through the window and took my life. She opened a window to my soul and let the darkness in.

Jennifer Willough, from “The Sun Is Still A Part Of Me”, Beautiful Zero: Poems

AMBIANCES LACUSTRES

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

View from the kitchen, Cartagena summer 2016

The more time I spend alone, I feel the tug from two directions: the need to step outside my isolation and encounter the world outside of myself…and the desire to protect the world within from the unsolicited disturbances from the world without.

Shinning moon