I have lost track of time. There is this bizarre feeling of a swirling abyss, somewhere, ever-consuming. Time is perhaps not relevant, often I ask myself – not relevant to me? Emotions are high, while exhaustio ...

Sensations fleet across the sky. Dwindling sunlight, and then the approaching merciful darkness.   ...

I just want the world to be quiet for a bit. Once in a while, I struggle against the onslaught of noise; staggering against the hammering colours that flood the senses. Weak, tired. I want a break, in complete, sooth ...

Identity is in flux. Identity is the transmitter for the soul. Identity naturally moves to examine and assimilate more information. This is its purpose. ...