Amat victoria curam

Maybe the world is not small after all, not even life is a consummated act. I want to invent my own kind of sin and end my good life with my particular medicine.

I need, once and for all, to loose your head. My mind needs to get rid of your senses.

Facing the every day, restructuring loose pieces, tying loose ends, that’s how we walk on, everything can be re-experienced, even death.

If I’d to believe in everything that I think of, I would be insane by now…





"A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free." - Nikos Kazantzakis





Listening to Porcupine Tree - "Collapse the Light into Earth"