Sunday, February 12, 2017


There is no stairway to this man’s heart. His heart has no windows or doors.

I could rip open his heart and make my way, but that will make me a murderer. I don’t want to be a murderer.

And what if his heart is empty. What if I tear out more and see there is nothing for me in his heart?

I don’t want him to be my murderer. 

Art life

'So how is your art life?'

'Don't have one.'

If by art you meant writing, I don't write anymore.