KASTAZWA_:
writing/at/home
playing/piano/for/fun

The never-ending changing of things, colours, moods, impressions.
Write things down before the memories will vanish, take notes of names, places, feelings.
Leave a trace, follow a melody without knowing where it is going.
Black on white, the scream that bounces inside my mind. The lack of rules, living in a world where disorder prevails, a world of no control, of things far from being good.
The eternal search of something we can not find, the only thing that keeps the human alive.