I was scared at first. I even was dishonest. The first time, on Friday, I chose earth. I know it was not authentic, but I tricked myself. I am definitely not earth. Perhaps I wanted to fit in. Trying to be ecological. Trying to live up to a false picture…

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…