Tag: writing

what have you done…

She was standing in the room flooded with light that felt as corrosive as acid. Breathing was difficult. And yet even the acid light couldn’t burn out the truth that lied naked in front of her. The deed had been done. It’s consequences irreversible. The pallor whiteness had taken over

the golden path

Rummaging through one’s archives is a good thing to do now and again. It helps you see what changes there have been both in your photography and in your soul. I was fascinated to see how my perception of the world and life itself has evolved since so many realities

dreamscapes: where nobody goes

They had set their encounter in a suburban part of the city, the abandoned district where nobody dared venturing out of free will and for good reason. Stories of ancient spirits lurking around looking for their wrongdoers were too detailed to be just imagination.  Where are you? Soundtrack: Madonna “Ghosttown”

dreamscapes: fear

Gaia remembered the first weeks, even months after moving to live in the city were petrifying. She would mostly sit in her room and listen to the sounds of the streets invading her room through the open window – voices of people passing by, dogs barking, bells ringing – and


Walking down the street she first heard the music. It was somewhat haunting and exquisitely beautiful all at once. Gaia saw a crowd of people that had gathered in a circle around someone or something she couldn’t see. Walking closer she couldn’t deny that the curiosity was growing by each

some questions answered

First of all, a big thank you to the wonderful J who is behind the Diary of an Aesthete (make sure you check it out, because it is nothing short of amazing) for the lovely surprise – a nomination of my site for an award!!! Its always a pure delight

believe in what you cannot see

Everything was black. Gaia couldn’t even see her own hand she knew she had raised to the level of her eyes. She tried to remember where she was but her memory was just as black as everything around. Whatever this place was it lacked any sound or smell which could

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