I'm sharing with you guys some lil studies about loneliness, how i've been experiencing a whole year alone. Difficult indeed. Restrictions made me feel kinda of lost, at times i couldnt get out of bed or eat, feeling unwanted, lost little friendships i thought i had. It's not funny when beeing alone is not your decision anyore but the only thing you could have. It is about thinking, about beeing you're own ''object'' of study. Letting the reflection of a spoon become its other definition. Staring at a spoon and realising it's not about the image but the thought it could surface whilst looking at it.

So here are some reflections i turned into lines, funny thing it could be letters instead. it's my way to think. It's my way to understand life, and accept that as a matter of fact i'm existing.