I am a man of passions, capable of foolish things. I speak and act too quickly...
the cats stay!
I haven’t considered much, my endless tunneling. There were footprints...– myself
we have to search constantly. holding my breath under the slit of a light....– myself
its easy to return but so much harder to stay.
strangely, i know how this will all end.
my ambition is terrible. a terrible love affair. and where are you? blooming...– myself
..and then suddenly, it happens with no warning, unannounced and spiraling.