20.02.2025 | diary, poems
To the Sea Brutalism under a coat of dense texture. Sea of glass and concrete, with waves that froze in a thousand little ice cubes. The city — Minutes under pressure. Litres above the head. Restless eyes with no space to run. The horizon that sits too close. The Sea...
19.02.2025 | diary, poems
The wind circled him. And he let it. It tugged at his clothes, lifted his hair, pressed against his chest. And then — it eased. The gusts softened. The sand settled. The sea grew...
