sin city.

The city of murder and crime.

25 juni.

If it all ends.

These last few days, I feel very confused.
About everything.

There are two kinds of people. First, people who live their life just how it comes, live their life day by day.
And second, people who are reaching for the best. People who have the most perfect man, the most perfect child, and while this all, still have the most perfect carrier.

We are living on the earth, a planet just as a trillion others, only difference: Life is possible. In our eyes, the earth is a grand place to be but at the same time, we're so unbelievable small.
We are so vulnerable, do we ever realize?
What if a comet or a solar storm reaches us? We can't do anything about it.
We know we would be in pain.
We know we would die.

Where do these apocalypse-stories come from? Are they just urban legend or is there any truth in it? What are we waiting for?
How sure can we be about the fact we will wake up again.

This whole thing keeps me awake at night for several years.
What's the point of having it all, if it isn't forever.
What's the point of falling in love, if we can't love into eternity.

Nightsky and shooting stars.

While the city sleeps and its lies has been told.

11 june.

Merged.

For this picture I have to credit a girl of my class. She took this picture for the assignment: "Connecting people". She asked me (left) and Silke (right) to pose for her because of our long hair.
I usually don't like to pose but I really like this shot. That's the reason why I posted this on my blog.
Credits: Barbara Zwerver.

B.

2 mei.