.means of projection

i feel too well outside the world

outside how it is being lived now, i should specify. my uncommon sense says it is actually the innermost layer of it. that what i like. the impetus of unwrapping. the peal of veils falling at the grass roots. find my ears there, this is the only way.

may we no longer be Sphinxes without a riddle.

.coal, sugarcoated

i can tell you taste like the sky

cause you look like rain

sometimes i like myself in full colour. however, others, some other times prefer myself in rain, while usually it is my own rule of existence. one day behind a glass, encaptured in the name of liberation. that came. a downpour me agains my will.

some of my portraits shot by Henri Senders have been featured for his upcoming photo book. more to tell when the publication sees the daylight.