I want to fill an empty canvas with words I don't understand.
I want to open up an empty book and fill its pages with colours that dress the white paper gracefully with pale shades.
I want to sketch meaningless impressions.
I want to play melodies that remind me of nothing in particular and I want to do it with a rested soul.
Empty, floating, weightless.
Into the comforting darkness you have shown me.
-Aster Jinn
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An Artistic Approach To Life
Fiction généraleThis is not a blog - although one might read a chapter and think it is. This is not a collection of short stories - although one might read a chapter and think it is. What this is supposed to be exactly isn't even clear to myself. Each chapter will...
