I am a tree and some fruits are good and some are bad.
Actually, I’m living in a hotel.
A bed in a hotel room in eternity. No exit.
I keep running into your goddamn face. It’s not even you.
I wake up at night, not knowing what country or year it is. My mind stares into the question, floating through the years and places I could be. I don’t open my eyes so I can relish the limbo of another time. It only takes a second but it feels like ages, traveling through the memories until I find my body.
Theo Wenner shoots and Julia Sarr-Jamois styles Natalie Westling
An interlude comes on when the television is on (you weren’t watching anyway). Suddenly you look up and you are in limbo. Between the ghost you were and what you are becoming. Sometimes being alone reminds you of the yesterdays you don’t need. It’s time to go. Come back into the song.