Maya von der Nebel | Microcosmes
Dada Experiments and other Metaphores
backpocket ashes
the Eyjafjöll’s Syndrome
if you find the right tune, you can sing
it was just… another ruined day
another ruined day…
in paradise…
started with a bad dream and ended with a ring bell
another… ruined day
in… paradise… lalalala
one thousand and eighty days
Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Anais Nin
burning
La Brume
Maya von der Nebel | Microcosmes 