• Nostalgia

    Nostalgia is like polarising glass. It filters out reflexions of presence.

  • coldrain

    at the sound of the bell you return home. your clothes are soaked, cold raindrops run down your face. they fall like needles just to merge into the rill on the ground heading towards the river. your fingers clutching the cold torch feel like steel, your frosty feet are like a gate to coldness. if only those tears could flow to give your cheeks the warmth they are yearning for so long. (Foto: cc by…