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Ode to Sadness and Indifference
Everything starts with the decision – to stay, to leave, to change or stand still. And I… I wanted to change… “Ieva, I think one of the turtles passed away! Can you come and have a look?” My mum furrows her eyebrows as she gently holds the turtle in her hands. “He was fine yesterday,…
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Kaleidoscopic Love
There is always someone somewhere discovering the other life, the other self, stepping off into uncharted territory. Yet, in the midst of knowing this, I also know that I am so small, so ordinary, and do have limited time on my hands to be able to envision the majority of the world. My view, like…
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That corner of isolation
I wish that after 14 days of self-imposed isolation, I would have something profound to say. I simply do not. It wasn’t that hard; at least the first half was not that hard. I mostly felt like a grizzly bear hyperventilating in a cave tucked away from everybody’s gaze. I was too familiar with…
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The dream, the white mots, carry on their fragile wings
A long time ago, I dreamt that I was standing in a cloud made of hundreds of white moths. It seemed they were desperately trying to reach the moon, yet they been misguided by the city lights. I could hear the thousands of small bell ringing, and they washed down the sound of little wings…
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What became of the world If all I see is emerged in Teracotta
Every morning the same sun greets me. Every morning for a moment world stands still. And every morning I am one day older. There are days where the grass is very green, and the skies are very blue, there are days where everything emerges in the grey undertones. These days my mind wonders what is…
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