I know, you have to go, spoil it all. And now I know, you never will take this life.Take it all, in your hands. You were mine. I could smile. You understand, fine — Nicola Hitchcock
Numbers
Let that -be- Mine
Communication Breakdown
Evocation of the imagination
Life in the Other
The undue reciprocal after a separation
Avalon and Balance
Hedgehogs dillema
Process of possession.
Doom instead destruction
Deep reflections on Y.
Eyes like cold fire