A lone soul adrift on land near the Baltic Sea. This is mostly a collection about death, decay, destruction and sex, and very little about me. Whatever I am, can be inferred from between the images.


I should sit on a rock off Cornwall and comb my hair.
I should wear tiger pants, I should have an affair.
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air,
Me and you.
– Lesbos, Sylvia Plath
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