Live creatively. Create life. These are two ways to make a better world.
Doesn't the world inside a black and white photograph seem more real? It's because the real world is losing its color
Though I may not flow where the wind guides me, I won’t become still water.
It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.
What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?
I walked around Soho's street for over an hour, running into familiar faces but never once stopping to chat. It was then that I felt something discomforting and comforting all at once. I didn't want to be here, in this city, anymore.