$A fractured mirror lying flat on a dark wooden table, each shard reflecting a slightly different angle of a cluttered study: stacks of notebooks, scattered pages, a single extinguished candle leaving a thin curl of smoke. The mirror’s silver backing peels at the edges, catching the warm glow of a desk lamp placed just out of frame, creating subtle rim lighting on the shards and deep, layered shadows between them. Photographic realism with a dramatic, low-angle close-up emphasizes the sharp edges and intricate reflections, while the background falls into gentle blur. The atmosphere is contemplative and sophisticated, suggesting memory as a collection of imperfect fragments and beautiful failures.$

How to succeed at failing

Fragments and thoughts

Into seclusion

I don’t know what to say, So, I say nothing at all I stair at the…
Inside the frame

Sometimes it’s the frameRather than the picture we seeThe hidden soul clothed in mystery You see what…
Everyone Knows

Everyone knows there’s a problem But how in the hell did it happen? Democracy’s wheel is…
Demon in the street

I was woken by a demon in the street. At first I thought it must be…
City hums

Rivers of cars hiss on wet roads A jet scratches its way overhead, Leaving a wake…
Getting noticed

Everybody’s trying to get noticed . It’s an affirmation of our lives. It isn’t real until…
Troubled times

A few years ago I saw reports featuring Ukranian soldiers hunkered down in trenches, it made…
Fifteen

When you’re fifteen, you think you know how the world works. You know it all. Know…
Is life a rehearsal?

Sometimes life feels like a rehearsal. But who wrote the script and the lines that you…
Controlling the world

The train set, The elaborate fantasy, that somehow,I would achieve the same outcome as Mark’s brother.…