Existence

From December 2007 I think that wasting time is criminal. Somehow, there has to be a purpose to everything. And when there is none, I feel like I don’t deserve to exist. [Read More]

City Streets

From October 2007 Vehicle fumes bathe me as I walk the city streets. The roars of blue and white paid concentration cells, and lorries carrying rough blocks of granite vibrate my stomach. [Read More]

Reflection

First published on October 2007 I look for my reflection I love my reflection. It isn’t me but my only companion Through life. And sometimes it is me. [Read More]