No words today, except these brief ones. Instead, I invite you into my Sanctuary. Into my home. When all the madness outside gets too much, it’s nice to close the door and savour – even for ten seconds – total silence.
I can’t live in minimalism. I need stimulae otherwise I rot away. If there is a space on a wall, it is covered with something. I collect shit I don’t need. I keep old bottles so I look like a wasted soak. It is in the words of a friend ‘controlled chaos’.
