
When faced with two choices, simply toss a coin.
It works not because it settles the question for you.
But because in that brief moment when the coin is in the air.
You suddenly know what you are hoping for …
Ph : David Bellemere
Photography + poem + art

When faced with two choices, simply toss a coin.
It works not because it settles the question for you.
But because in that brief moment when the coin is in the air.
You suddenly know what you are hoping for …
Ph : David Bellemere

The world is wrong side up. It needs to be turned upside down in order to be right side up.
– Billy Sunday –

Stop, you’re cold against the skin
You take me in your arms when walls are closing in …
And I run, I run, I run, awakening my heart
But you overwhelm my lungs and it’s tearing me apart
You and I will not be shaken
by the winter sound
But my voice is suffocating
in the winter sound …
Stop, I will take control
Bend the metal into shapes that I know …
And I run, I run, I run, further than before
I shake away the skin to saturate my soul …
And you scream, you scratch, you bite, you prey on my heart
And I know that you and I can never be apart …
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2LXOYj5S7M&app=desktop
Of monsters and men – Winter sound

I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you ? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and I’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.
– Frida Kahlo –
Ph : Ivan Warhammer

I like my town with a little drop of poison
Nobody knows, they’re lining up to go insane
I’m all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter
But I feel much cleaner after it rains
And she left in the fall, that’s her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison
Did the Devil make the world while God was sleeping
You’ll never get a wish from a bone
Another wrong goodbye and a hundred sailors
that deep blue sky is my home …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ftPbq6nXRvU
Tom Waits – Little drop of poison

What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!
– John Muir – Stickeen

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.
– Helen Keller – The Open Door

Sometimes, you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes, in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself.