I wear black clothes. The world is dark for me, I notice bloodstains on the snow, Someone has been sacrificed to death again, The gate of evil does not close. My heart is as dark as a black cloud, Perhaps one day I will no longer wake up, I will vanish into eternity.
During travel, I love looking at the mountains, the roads lit with lamps, simply staying with myself, sleeping, reading, for example Lessing, the world seen from the window, the houses, the human trace in these houses.