Life experiences you

     I was standing there, bent over, holding onto the counter, eyes closed. So many thoughts were whirling in my head that I couldn't make anything out - they were a fast-moving blur of forms. Finally safe enough to open my eyes, I looked into the mirror ... there was white under my nose, white on my clothes ...  I was emotionless. Moving my head around I saw white powder on the walls, on the floor, covering the lotion bottle, and come to look closer it was covering all the small containers on the counter. The tamper-evident seal had exploded under my teeth ... the day I snorted toothpaste powder was here.

Photo by Pauline Pentony

Пойдём, пошалим на крыше!

Тааак, кто ещё говорит сам с собой пока слёзы из глаз выползают, "Не реви... это ты ревёшь или я реву?" "Я реву." "А я не реву." "Вот и не реви." И так каждый раз.

Photo: Paul Marcellini

     December 13th, new moon and star showers. Trees and ground are in fresh snow, and I could wish it would stay this way forever. But I don't feel like making wishes, I feel like disappearing into the sky. There's a baby in me, fresh and full of future; except I've managed to bring him into the world of embarrassment and mistakes. All my thoughts and feelings are already imprinted in him, he's already off to a bad, bad start, and I haven't even seen his face yet. I feel as disconnected from him as I am from the rest of the world. I don't want him to know his father. I don't want him to see his mother. Maybe that's why he hasn't come out yet - because it's not meant to be.

Just an evening

Charles Bradley | Soul of America. It's a documentary. In the description I read, "... even if you don't know Charles Bradley, it's worth watching." So now I'm telling you - it's so worth watching!!!

Жизнь, одним словом