I miss art. I really really do.

"Everything we have words for is dead in our hearts."
It blew me away, the truth of that sentence. Why is it we as human beings find it so difficult to define things like "truth" and "love"? Because it is not dead in our hearts, because it is so very much alive in our hearts. In our centres.
'Trauma' keeps its actuality: it's the one poem that, in saying nothing at all, said it all. Not sure how to move on from that ...

Okay, so the promised pictures will come, as well as a complete reorganistaion of what it is that you can find in my gallery. Only, that takes time and time is something I have too little of. So bear with me.

Lots of pictures to come from my visit to wonderful London (thank you very much, UK). Had a great time, got some new memories to share. Hope y'all will remember similar times ...

Sometimes you owe it to yourself to do all you can. Sometimes that will not be enough but at least you can comfort yourself with the knowledge you did your very best. SO, I thougth I'd give it a go here. I'm looking for someone, someone I lost contact with. His name is Brice Gallagher, but maybe some of you know him under the name of blackhole reaver. He's a year older than I am and lives in the state of Massachusetts (I'll not disclose where exactly, out of respect for him). Now, I would very much like to know if he's okay. That's all, really. No pressure and all that.
Hm ...