New York
the lightness of things
What if our lives are lived only once? What happens if we never return to the moment of first discoveries – will our actions have meaning if it falls to the slumber or forgetting?
New York
What if our lives are lived only once? What happens if we never return to the moment of first discoveries – will our actions have meaning if it falls to the slumber or forgetting?
New York
There is something sad, forlorn and mournful about Jesus, hanging on his tree, stretched muscles and sinews, ribs exposed and staring at the ivy covered brownstone next to graffitied factories under a gray clouded Brooklyn night, with no one to talk to. It seemed to me an error in reasoning