There is no escaping it

There is no escaping it, no cupboard deep enough, no mirror without reflection. And even then, if you went through, with it, everything, life, what would you find except the stress and yearning and fears of what you pretended to leave behind?


Writings on an impassable wall


Brick by brick building the same road you didn't want to follow. I chose the weeds breathing through the cracks, the resonance of your walk on the uneven path. Yet, we end up throwing the pavement together. There is one scary monster and it eats allegory for breakfast


Side of me

There is no escaping it
21 juillet 2020
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