I have a problem...

Taking them by the thousands... Who has time or data space for... ... All that?

Life goes on in redundant circles.. Happening over and over again like deviant clones of itself

Buildings change.. And memories

Our memories of memories return by way of triggers of them

Reminding us of what was while in what now is..

Passing us like a whisper or roar .. Holding us or pushing us into the unknown

Coziness vs Fear

Do you know what it means to be brave vs a coward? Living in fear vs fighting throught the risk of loss?

Photos are an art. And words also.. A memory

What is and was and wasnt and would have been...

What really matters in the end???

Nothing? Everything???

If there was a time and place and space where everyone and everything was that was good and beautiful and loved existed... Everything ever lost and unfound... Floating and heald in an eternity together like glitter in the sky... Drift in your own peace



The clang of iron, the hissing of the drill... The coldness of the void. The cries of...


I used to wonder why... In the silent dark

But now i know what i suspect... And this is what i saw... After the fact

(This shoulda been posted elsewhere..)