All rotten, I can smell it even though I'm engrossed in it.
Decadent humanity that leaves much to be desired from itself
Love no longer grows in pots no matter how much you water it.
The sea hides from us and the sun along with it.
What place does God have in all of this and all of them?
Explain to me why dogs howl and sheets suffocate
You can't get wings around the corner no matter how hard you try.
When did love become synonymous with pain?
We cry out to be saved from ourselves because we are eating ourselves to death.
Tired of running in circles we don't want to hear what you see
Tomorrow will be just like today and today just like tomorrow.
Photography by Michel Nguie
I have thought about burning my bed but I would have nowhere to sleep.
How tiring to be. Life and I don't get along.