. what made the glass spill? what made the earth stand still? what made the winds sing in the skies? what frightened the cat? . within a crescent moon there are infinity bodies waiting to be caught .

it is still not an exit; it is an entrance. Birds turn to bone, bone to marble, marble to stone. Decomposing – grain by grain. i envy this bend of time i finally died, and the world started living We break down towers with empty hands, trembling and in love…