Eventually this dries the tears
The lights pulling back
No one never dies
Do not space reborn
In such a place
Exist?
No one is born without
Again, don't die space,
In such a place
Light exist?
-To Light......
First snow
Fell in the night
From the window I see
The traces of the tire
Black lines in
White infinity
The evening yesterday was
Not well run
You went early
Left me alone
With too many thoughts
And too much wine
Left alone I led
Long conversations with the night
About love and the feeling
The emptiness afterwards
If it is bright I'll
You call and tell
Sorry-
Whatever
has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.













