distant joys.
Toronto. April 7th, 2024.
That shimmering void speaks, and we beg to silently explode into so many stars. Mere pinpricks of light, decorating a kind of emptiness. As ever it was.
Zum #throwbackthursday ein Spaziergang im Wald von Früher.
Der "Schlimme Onkel" lockte mich in den Wald und ich war vorbereitet.
no empathy.
Toronto. March 22nd, 2024.
Take from us all the truth that stings. Free us of this burden of empathy. The truth has none left for us.