February 20, 2005
The beauty of still and silent urban landscape is unbelievable. The snowflakes are falling. They are the only motion; they just increase the impression of lack of movement. Falling snow is the anti stagnation. The frost reminds the body of its future temperature, said one great poet... Everything is a great illusion, it's true, but nobody gives a damn. We keep running until we fall. We are falling while everything else stands still. We are nothing but snowflakes one beautiful winter morning and everything is meaningless and beautiful. The scariest place of all - a world that doesn't have a soul.