yaaniWaiting, in front of the elevator's doors, my call flashes. I know all I know, it's coming for me, to take me to destination,...
hibiscus' mektoubI am following the lines, flowing through their constraint. Blue as a quest for the path, seeking by what it is not. Red as full potential
I isI is I don’t know where I belong. I wished I was born in my country, –fruits bursting of sun, birds embracing the synchronicity of divine
la maison en feuBecause their skins are bright and well shaved, because their ideology are monetary and no divine, because they defined evil, we need to bel
tick tock A. downYou are eternal, your flesh has no end or beginning. Alive, — growing, — stretching, from the genitals releasing a breath of pleasure, to t
K's bdayYou look sad – uncomfortable You seems tired – unhealthy What happened You used to raise – proud, Mingled to the wind, Protect me! What happ
00:01London Sam 24 hours delivery, to bleach the year away Ding ding ticks the logic, it’s time to celebrate Consume self, burn to supreme sensat
tick tock S. downI know why he did it. He could not see, the kawaiiness of Selma princess. Now he knows and helps me, he’s here pushing me Bringing me in the
bus rideToo many acute lights, aggressive, flashing, repetition and sound, too many screams, too many laughs and the police car, hurt my ears, hurt
am, — hall of uslet’s say one, – hall of us am the generation of lost, – hopes, taste, future and meaning jogging and binging, dreaming but crying achieving
looking atLooking at the bus’-window like: looking at a screen – the perfect – alienation – of my own – segregation. Just started to meet myself, I h
numeral systemHow fast did we forget the pride of raising the slaved skins? How fast will we forget the shame of raising the shaved skins? We create our o
I disposeI have been taught, what I own, — I dispose, what I don't own, — I can't dispose. What if I need to dispose? What if I don't nee