19.3.11

[some end to the world]


You walk and then stop, you couldn't go further anyway. You screw up your eyes to try and see beyond. Everything fades in one line that won't ever be closer.










Everything stops right here.

10.3.11

[some departure]


Then, I went first south then west, for a few days. I wasn't expecting nothing but warming up some cold on black shores and pale blue waves. 



It started there. 




More is to expect, as usual.