“He never had a chance even with his brown black black brown arms up in the air. Unarmed. Undone. Was it the color or something else? We can only guess why bullets fly from guns in white hands into brown black, black brown, brown black brown painting streets red.”
This work delves into the essence of existence, examining the intricate tapestry of life and the human experience from a philosophical perspective. more
“Stojąc między psem i bogiem, ku któremu człowiek obróci twarz?”
“When everything gets muddled up inside my head, there's nothing better than making pies.”