It happens to me often, and in places considered the most boring. Today it happens here.
The art of dealing with mechanics and chaos.
I’m here and, at the same time, I’m not here already.
loved — too much — or messed up
You’d like something else — born of quiet — expertly forged
When doing, I need to be. When being, I need to do.
Seeing what matters, and being prepared for it, may require to see through some artifacts.
Perennial chase — of goals without purpose
Suppose a moment — you could free yourself — to really breathe
The resting body — The speechless me
— Nothing else