It's ironic how my phone's battery life is counting backwards, from 100 to 0 ... in less than half of a day. Imagine if we human beings lived like that. As this eerily pseudo philosophic dash pokes my

Sometimes, this reckless Uncontrollable perception Crawling down the walls In the suns reflection Where to start, where to begin No conception Lights arising in the horizon To distinctively paint the lines

I awake. It’s 5:36 AM and the minutes are counting forwards. Tic toc tic toc – and I’m just lying here whilst each second a person is born or dies somewhere in the world. The mornings’ lazy hazy frequently

Genova. A charming palette of buildings approaches you as you stroll through the city. Small, mazy streets and alleys lead you through a labyrinth of Italian ambiance, with cozy bakeries at each corner.

Should you be scared? Yes. Very. Anyway, before you flee, I thought I'd introduce myself. handshake I'm a Danish/Turkish/Martian creature situated in a country shaped as a man with a dripping nose (aka