april 22, 2023 at 01:51
“art is not the truth. it is a lie that allows us to see the truth.” - picasso
march 19, 2022 at 20:29
des années plus tard,
j’oublierai ton nom.
mais n’as-tu dit que
les souvenirs ne s’estompent
pas?
march 6, 2025 at 10:54
but i don’t understand how you could just stop. you dragged me to a point of no return. now i’m hopelessly stuck in my january fever.
i think about you all the time even though you probably don’t anymore.
september 10, 2023 at 05:30
what brings me joy?
the feeling of ice clicking my teeth, circling my mouth. i love daydreaming, and i think that i am a dreamer, who never likes to stick to a systematic routine, or a particular way of thinking. i jump around boxes of thoughts, rummaging through my forgotten memories and plucking out bits and pieces that catch my attention. i love having the idea of something, having my mind adamant on a certain thing, a certain goal… the moment i close my eyes, a cloud of color moves towards my retina at full speed, expanding in size at an exponential rate, until they dissolve into a mist of stained droplets that fall gracefully yet rapidly into a distant place. i see them land, and then bounce back up, as if elegantly swaying to a ballad. each spins and swirls around, blooming into full color as they rise up into the black infinite space. each milli-second of the bouncing leaves a lasting impression on me; and gradually, as i try to relish and re-imagine these moments, they form a series of images, and then they start to move, as if the turning of a clock, springing into action. then, as i concentrate on each colored speck, they start to show me a scene, that is based on my reality but constructed in a dream.
november 22, 2022 at 18:42
“modern spectacle”