ramute

In the depths of my mind, a multitude of ideas thrive, clamoring for attention. When their noise becomes deafening, I retreat to my sanctuary—the table—where I sit, releasing them one by one. Through this process, I find solace and harmony with the ordinary rhythms of life. Yet, there are periods when silence descends like a heavy blanket, enveloping my senses. During these moments, I delve into the recesses of my memory, molding elusive fragments into tangible images. I weave words, imprinting them on paper like ink upon skin. This is the essence of my existence - this is how I live.