The World In One Hand
The World In One Hand

This is where they left you know. To discover unknown territories. Months of traveling ahead without a clear destination. Long before there was GPS or Google Maps. Long before messages could be send across the oceans in a couple of milliseconds and long before you could hold the whole world in your hand.

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She Said
She Said

A whispering voice. You know the topics are heavy: you see it in the body language. But not a word that leaves their tiny conversational bubble. Every softly spoken word dissolves in the thin air before it can reach a bigger crowd.

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A Listening Ear
A Listening Ear

That day I wasn’t sure what to do and where to go. I had been walking the streets forever. My legs were tired. My head was spinning. Autumn was marking the streets with its dark greyness and wetness. Big blurry lines of silhouettes with faceless umbrellas. Raindrops splashing on my shoes. If only I could get a coffee and find a listening ear.

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Thought Occupation
Thought Occupation

These days crawl by so slowly. An endless execution of repetitive tasks. The city one big grey matter, with no distinction between the sky, the street or my brain for that matter. Travelling this subway stretch feels like sleepwalking. Scrolling my phone endlessly relentless. Awaiting the one message to pop up on the top my screen, the message that tells me this is all untrue.

The World In One Hand
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She Said
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A Listening Ear
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Thought Occupation
The World In One Hand

This is where they left you know. To discover unknown territories. Months of traveling ahead without a clear destination. Long before there was GPS or Google Maps. Long before messages could be send across the oceans in a couple of milliseconds and long before you could hold the whole world in your hand.

She Said

A whispering voice. You know the topics are heavy: you see it in the body language. But not a word that leaves their tiny conversational bubble. Every softly spoken word dissolves in the thin air before it can reach a bigger crowd.

A Listening Ear

That day I wasn’t sure what to do and where to go. I had been walking the streets forever. My legs were tired. My head was spinning. Autumn was marking the streets with its dark greyness and wetness. Big blurry lines of silhouettes with faceless umbrellas. Raindrops splashing on my shoes. If only I could get a coffee and find a listening ear.

Thought Occupation

These days crawl by so slowly. An endless execution of repetitive tasks. The city one big grey matter, with no distinction between the sky, the street or my brain for that matter. Travelling this subway stretch feels like sleepwalking. Scrolling my phone endlessly relentless. Awaiting the one message to pop up on the top my screen, the message that tells me this is all untrue.

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