Illustrations By Francisco Fonseca, A Talented Freelance Illustrator From Porto, Portugal.

Mentally, I’m living in a little blue house on the coast and it’s foggy and I can feel the sea air in my lungs and I’m writing poetry in the attic while the sun trickles in through the windows.

Want some bestiary?

(Yeah, it's been a long time, I know, I know...)

sleepy boys

Art by Vera Dochich

'Old House in Wind' by Charles Frederick W. Mielatz, c. 1906.

Comfort Zone

(walks out into the woods at 2 am)

(shouts)

HOW DO I MOVE ON? EVEN WHEN IT WAS MY FAULT? EVEN WHEN I WAS THE ONE IN THE WRONG? EVEN WHEN I HURT SOMEONE WITHOUT CAUSE OR EXCUSE OR EXPLANATION? WHEN I HAVE NO RECOURSE TO SEEK FORGIVENESS AND WHEN THEY ARE RIGHT TO NEVER FORGIVE ME, SO THE ONLY THING THERE IS LEFT TO DO IS TO MOVE ON AND AND DO BETTER OR DIE. AND I AM NOT DYING?

(silence)

(hears a bullfrog croak)

(that's nice at least, I do like bullfrogs)

windows • james patterson/ jonathan cooper/natalia tour/henri matisse/ anastasia dukhanina/vladimir zhivotkov/ adolph menzel/elena yushina

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