It does not matter how far we journey if in our minds we are standing still.

Putting all my baskets into one egg.

Rejecting the necessary makes way for the mercenary.

Accept the strangeness, than work from within.

How hard it is to even imagine.

Hope is a never-ending journey towards home.

When you wield the sword, watch where you cut, you will not be able to do it twice.

Coming out of a long dark tunnel, and finally seeing the light, allows us to see what was obscured by the tunnel. Sometimes, this might be what we did not want to see. Maybe, the reason why we entered the tunnel, in the first place.

Building one’s home on a volcano requires an understanding of life.

This distant echo of a fast approaching past.

Delicious dreams are best consumed when wide-awake.✨

Shrapnel in our flesh, our brains blasted by fragments of lives, simulated for crumbs of approval.

There is no force quite as spellbinding than the unpredictable torrent of collective momentum.

Knowing the right time and place to strike is half of successful warfare. The other half is endurance.

Falling in love with doing things quietly.

In the end, the ones that love you are loyal to you. The rest love someone else, more.

There is no greater passion than the love of cosmic mystery.

If all that exists has its measure, what is the exact weight of a dream?

Walk more, and be less informed.

When you’re playing darts, you need to hit the board, not the participants.

To be obsessed with one’s own reflection is to be abducted by a mirage.

It’s all in the framing.

She used language with ill intent, and winter followed her wherever she went.