Monday, 22 October 2018

All of me is death, from up to bottom: the lifeless hairs, twisted, that no longer yield to gravity as should all existing things on this earth; the dried up chest, the lines and wrinkles on the belly, the arid deserted sides of the buttocks, the shrivelled skin that no longer feels like living and the dark grey veins that stopped pulsating a long time ago.
I am the dead man.

Monday, 15 October 2018

What you see is what you are: reach out and touch your reflection.