if an angel falls in a forest and nobody has seen him
does he make a sound?
in the north again, rain devours almost all my thoughts.
does he make a sound?
in the north again, rain devours almost all my thoughts.
the sound of future dragged behind
one needs only a tiny, faithful light to live in the uncomprehensive.
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this is a private and informal blog. consequently, the quality of its contents is parallel to the randomness and swiftness of my lifeline. nothing here is meant to present my creative statements, these are to be found on my official website.
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