In ri

The bust of serpentines on a metal pin can lead to Christ, but also to the misdemeanors who will be crossed to Jesus. In 2016 I wrote the following text while I was in Marmaris by the sea:

The sound of waves sloshing around me swallowed me up.
Terrifying for its infinity.
But I may reassure myself with this infinite proof of this source of life.
As long as there is air, light, water and a breeding ground, there is life.
The sound makes me realize that I don’t have to fear an end.
Yet it oppresses me and I leave the sound.