I'm trying to create a diary, take the first step of hundreds. Words and moments come to mind, but I can't put them together in a container where they take shape. The pages, a little yellow, a little dirty with the oil of my skin, lie blank before my eyes. I'm about to lose my excitement to be able to use them. I wrote the date of the day on the page, but the rest, the feelings that I observed during the day and that caught my eye, I can't get out of my fingers.

In the end, I am determined not to give up, not to put down the pen and continue to sleep. This time it won't end like this! This time, I will not spend the brightest and warmest times of the day sleeping. I will not abandon my mind to the rivers of sleep when everything is flowing outside.

paper + digital collage // by Demon Ego