I love this!

I love this.

How I can consciously sense the temperature drop, gradual but quick non the less.

I love this.

How I can consciously see the sun light dim as it gets covered, how bright flashes light up the room, each a surprise in itself.

Sleeping rough, series 2 – Episode 3: Groceries

I remember taking refuge in the specific pressure and friction happening to my left heel. A blister was growing, all swollen, pale, the size of a quarter already, last time I checked. A thick skin covering it. The sensation of the shoe, the friction tearing and tucking at it with every step. O, please, I hoped it would not snap. I had to walk some more miles still.

Sleeping rough, series 2 – Episode 2: Milk

I remember taking refuge in the cold of the sharp aluminium strip as it pressed against my forearms. It was a pleasant cold. The sort of cold that you can switch to hot in your mind. Hot-cold-hot-cold. Just a sensation. A perception to toy with. I pressed hard. So hard the cold and the sensation of the sharp metal came close to pain. But it never really hurt. Just came close to being painful like a bad itch. But in a truly pleasant way.

Sleeping rough, series 2 – Episode 1: Eighty nine cents

I remember taking refuge in the taste and smell of the hamburger as it moved into my mouth. The sheer perfection of it. The sweet bun, the lettuce, wet and crunchy. The pickles, the fresh onion rings, the tomato’s, the sweet and salt of the ketchup. The juices coming from the burger as my teeth sank into it. My mouth watered and my eyes closed.

Web series ‘Sleeping rough’ – She does not belong there

I have been working hard on the web series ‘Sleeping rough’ today. Four new episodes are ready to be published. They are scheduled for publication starting from Monday.

In this second series (I aim it to be a series of nine episodes again) finally the main character gets a name. She finds herself more and more confronted with violence and drugs in this series. She will get involved despite her intentions.

Sleeping rough – part 9: I moved again

I remember taking… I remember taking…, taking…, I… I remember taking refuge… I… I remember…

Fuck me!

Sleeping rough – part 8: The Rape of Lindsey

I remember taking refuge in my hands as they took hold of the earth, the only other witness there. I clearly felt every blade of grass as it tore from its root. I felt the individual grains of the soil rub each other and slightly scratch the skin of my fingertips and push up underneath my nails. I felt a sharp pebble push hard between two knuckles from the inside of my left hand. The sensation of that grass and the somewhat damp soil and that one single and sharp pebble was so possessing. I hung on to it. I had to or I would die.