Welcome to the last year of this textual/visual diary. Exploring words, spaces and aesthetics. 

Memory

But it’s so heartbreaking and unnecessary how we lose things. From pure carelessness.

— Donna TarttThe Goldfinch

Sometimes I fear I will forget all the precious things you say to me. The buried treasure you leave in your wake while casually being, breathing, and being.

Good Morning, February

Good Morning, February

Sometimes it Pours

Sometimes it Pours