A river of butter running down my wrists. I lick it off before all melts away.
I seem to be mother-knowledge available for all in need.
Scars are journeys of the soul.
The body’s memory is stronger than the mind’s.
La vita é bella! Finally a new helmet to prevent my brain from rattling inside my skull.
It is liberating not to have a workplace and yet I have to visit my previous employers on the same day. What a bummer!
I am apparently unique and I have deleted my website, because I prefer to travel incognito.
A package wrapped in stripy vintage wallpaper, because I had no brown paper at home.
60 is the number of a healthy heartbeat.
All tomorrow’s colours are resting on the floor.