Bittersweet is the imminent premature end, a journey cut short of its promised destination... We climbed the highest mountains and drowned in flooded valleys, waiting for the final pinnacle. Waiting for the immaculate horizons to tell us: we made it. After...

Maybe I’d bring you a bunch of sweet orange flowers. Is it ironic that I planted marigolds used to honor the dead? Is it ironic that love has never felt more alive? I’m never one to remember faces, but I can still see you staring at me. Except now it’s like black and white film without color. And I'm...

Dreams are our lifeblood and oxygen. Hope and faith is humanity itself. And wisdom grows from quiet contemplation: a patient endeavor of soul feeding which one rushes past on the road to survival...

A surrealist story about the deeper meanings behind the eccentricities of a New York city drug addict