“a child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.”
― yasunari kawabata
while i work, i can see through my window
how the wind blows and trees change colours.
everything is golden and orange these days
scented with cinnamon and rain.
reading the black sun: the alchemy and art of darkness, stanton marlan
listening to espers
watching cría cuervos
working on a few new projects
feeling very sleepy