The flight — 2016/08/07

My fingers are slipping avidly on Instagram, Facebook, Ello, Tumblr displays and I haven't opened a Snapchat account yet. Hashtags and superlatives, opinions in every sense, equally ephemeral conversations that seem essential, yet as if we were all dying and, before our half vitrified eyes, our memory was being emptied into the garbage can of nothingness.


Facebook and the epidermis — 2013/02/09

We like storms when they can't threaten comfort. Protected, we witness the energetic, even energizing rigors of the raging elements. We are happy, we feel pampered all the more so as a sense of security can only be vain and fleeting.