MY SIAMESE MIND
Myths are stories humans tell when facts are not enough. They are the oldest way we make sense of what cannot be explained.
THE STORY OF A BIRD NAMED OMENIS
This bird was unique, he had two heads. One of the head was in the past, the other one in the future. Omenis had a problem, his two heads never agreed. Should we fly to the past or to the future. Backward or forward?
THE CREATURES OF MY DREAMS
Morpheus has wiped too many poppy flowers on my eyes. My dreams lose their realistic illusions. They come one after the other, in an abyssal return.
the creatures of my dreams
Dreaming my life is a very attractive option. Is dreaming dangerous?
odyssey, i will become again
I returned to my love.
