There is nothing like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that.


“Now I have come to the crossroads in my life. I always knew what the right path was; without exception, I knew. But I never took it. You know why? It was…too…damn…hard.”

The day we stop creating is the day we stop helping ourselves and others to conquer the growing living darkness that surrounds us.

Film, music, poetry, novels, painting, photography, theater… It all comes from our hope and faith in the good side of things. 

There are days like this when there is nothing left to say, but just to remember why we never stopped walking in the first place.

(just another November Sunday morning)