War begins
the moment...

Why do we trust
the tyranny of sizes...

The breeze whispered to me:
see...

Why is loneliness
so crowded...

Oh yes,
it’s always a good pitch that does it...

I don’t know
why I am nobody...

Parallels,
creator and createe...

The hours—
they are pilgrims of solitude...

A star burns, flickers
within the fractures of these faces...

If loneliness were a flower,
it would be the most blossomed bloom in the...

First Glance
Everything...

How could we reach
a shared reality...