The bald driver asks. I suddenly realise. He asked me something. He is a driver. He is bald. What am I doing here? The windows are shut and I have no idea where we are going. The carriage is made o...
a woman is waiting in the rain for a bus stop. she is happy. this is all i could see, but it is all that i needed. after months that turned my wondering into questioning into a nervous anxiety, thi...
the view is magical down here with 100 of interfaces connecting to all camera's and echolocation. the cables and nodes beautifully organised in an elegant web of continuous information streaming into ...
The earth trembled as it made its final approach. The astroid we had heard months about was finally here. And now after those months of anxiety and panic and impending doom, nothing mattered anymore. ...
I was alone, surrounded by only woods. The dark trees were asking me, where was I going? I wondered that too. It was way too late. I was hungry. I was disoriented. My vision blurry with stress. ...