Little Cuts In My Throat

Should I see a transparent ghost against the tangible backdrop of oppression speaking freely Dapwhere the reaper quests for peace because death be most humane, I shall not answer your call though my heart may plead loudly its voice shall be but drowned in the liquid of my eyes. I trust thee not lest I touch and my touch produce results! How shall I know thy name true? For I hath cracked my door past. Tempted to stand beside you but hath found false hope, fading away. (Neva Brooks) ... Po malo daljsem premoru ne-objavljanja digiarta sem nazaj. Imel sem malo problemckov sam s seboj kar se tice zelo zelo ostrih samokritik (celo tako, da je bilo kako delo tik pred izbrisom). Ampak glede na to, da je razstava uspela nadvse pozitivno, sem nazaj z novim elanom. Slike, objavljene na razstavi bodo pocasi kapljale v naslednjih tednih.