The alchemy of wings — 2012/10/18

There are ideas, sounds, images, dizziness that just want to live. They bubble, chirp, are rude. My head is noisy.


Imprisoned — 2012/08/09

It startled me when I was drying up after my shower. At first, I only heard repeated blows against the window of the skylight, then I saw its wings. I thought of a big moth that I would have woken up.