he god’s silence is less excruciating when you light a prayer in thy name

and he sets the votive candles for the service,

amen.

a delicate yet still in despair grasp of life and carrying it along in places I go.

what you left behind is rarely equivalent of what you have ahead, and everybody read that different.

mind and body deforming, becoming more aligned with your surroundings, in exchange of losing what makes you, you.

unless, you have the strength to form again

Carl Eldh’s August Strindberg

and my aesthetic experience

Taking a chance in streets, making the effort to find something that’s worthwhile…

I ran into two gentlemen dressed in 40s attire in 20s Stockholm and they were kind enough to pose for me.

Is the light to, or is the light from…

Children.