Q&A
Months ago, I sat down with my cousin and we spoke about our love for black and white while she recorded me answer some very basic questions concerning my writing routine (black) and my literary background (white, also me in a large shape, talking behind myself).
It's funny because in this little Art-attempt, I look like I am speaking from a book cover,
Random Reading 'For you'
That's actually one of the closest poems to my heart that I have ever written, and one of those rarest where I'd finish it in one sitting with no further or major edits: words seem to just come out of my head; flawed, vulnerable, making sense and at some time shrouded in absurdity of meaning...