Down below people were clipping by going nowhere fast. You could feel the long despairing history of the place. You could actually hear it, a low hum like the buzz of a sick bee that resonated with the fragments of a million broken dreams.
– Sol Luckman – Beginner’s Luke

My eyes always keep searching,
for something inexpressible,
above the far away sky.

I long to get lost,
inside the evening-twilight.

Silence always tickles me —
in a strange way;

I meet “me”
in the time between
sunset and darkness.

– Khadija Rupa –
Ph : Martina Dankova