I miss you a lot.

Sometimes I dream about you. You and I, and then I become your object. An object that you desire for a short period. Then, I become useless; I become human again. Not worthy of anything.

Being human means contributing to carbon emissions – not only useless but rather dangerous.

Make me an object again; make me functional again. Give meaning to me again. Let me immerse myself in my real meaning one more time.

The aftermath!

My new collage and number, passport and driver licence. Please share the love 🙂

That’s how I dreamt.

This is me!

Reclaim the utterly misused words.

That’s how I create the creativity.

By accepting only.