Walls run towards each other                                      and meet in the middle, cut each other off. They reach into the room like a pillar, they carry floors and hide what is on the other side. I cross their path, walking by a little too closely. I pass by…

My flowers wilt after two weeks. Three stems are left in the vase, three stems left from a meadow. Some flowers lost their petals, and some dried up, even though I changed  the water very carefully every day and carefully cut the stems, I didn’t…