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

Most times I forget

Most times I forget

There are times when people surprise  you.

Not even the people you know, but random people.

I always keep insisting we're all human yet most times I forget that which I am so insistent about. I forget that we all feel and hurt and love and laugh and cry. In one way or another we're all struggling, and usually silently and alone. Thinking we're all islands of driftwood, only getting taken by the current with absolutely no fucking chance in hell.

Every. Single. One. Of. Us.

Shit.

Disappear

Disappear

Out of the storm

Out of the storm