In the end, the rain went away. What was left is the world as we shaped it.

Inspired by all the rain, one can only wonder; where does it come from? The melancholy of leaving behind his duty and the melancholy of this land that only knows rain.

Inspired by all the rain, this story continues as starts his way home. The melancholy of leaving behind his duty and the melancholy of this land that only knows rain.

When it feels the rain doesn't end, it takes over the world, we end up living in the thin film between water and clouds. It's hard to even imagine something else exists. This story was my journey lost...

There are times that I keep on going in loops. I have to find and recenter myself to get out of it. Recently I went walking in the forest and there was a moment this idea felt tangible.

Often I go back to memories of simpler times when romance was in the air and inconvenience was an afterthought. When spending time experiencing things together was more than enough.

I easily find myself enamored with someone, attached and dependent. In that case my mind knows what my heart doesn't.

Since the first time I saw the stars, they have fed my imagination. The more I see of them, the more I want to be among them.

My direction and purpose should be my own. I can chase others thinking they will make me happy, but if I am happy by myself, things will always fall apart.

In December I got the flu, the short days and the wet weather left me in a state of hibernation. This is a reflection on how I felt.