afscheid | adieu

‘I’ll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell’

– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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‘There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler’s mind’

― Douglas Adams, So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

Watch this space.



“one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead”

― graham greene


tick tock, don’t look back

tick tock, can’t look back

tick tock, time to close

tick tock, where’s my rose

tick tock, is this it

tick tock, this is



(for mara’s poetry 101 rehab  – end)


splashed red

“every person has their own colour”

― haruki murakami, colorless tsukuru tazaki and his years of pilgrimage

splashed red in the park

no more the childlike cries of joy

still red, in the dark?

(marie-josépark, molenbeek)

(for justine’s eclectic corner #8, and as instructed, no filters applied)