- The unattainable logic of dream.

- Landscapes of a world gone by.

- Soft lights turn on inside of me when I fall asleep. Lightning my darkness.

- In the end everything entwine together and disappear, in due time.

- Caressing the past with the feather of time.

- So quietly that my ears go deaf.


- Seed.

- Only a fraction of our field of vision is sharp any one time.

- Everything has its sides, at least two.

- Memories are crumbled like figures: 1/2, 1/4, 1/8, 1/16, 1/32, 1/64.

- As time goes by, as dates break the past is getting lighter.

- Memory is redrawing everything.


- The road begins from one, it seduces into the darkness under the red lights. Scents linger in the shadows, sweet and salted by sorrow.

- The moon turned its bridge towards me.

- Smoke in my eyes. The slipperiness of ice on my tongue. Signs of danger are visible.

- From one cycle to another until the unachievable is reached.