It was a crisp morning in the Ore Mountains. The air was filled with the scent of damp moss and pine needles as my hike led me through romantic valleys, past rushing streams and dense forests. The trail

Juxtaposition of ephemeral life and virtuous ideas. Art and commerce. Amusing, isn’t it? What starts radically ends up just tender. Not necessarily what the exhibition’s name refers to, though. An exhibition

Nine years, huh? More than a quarter of my life, spent on the blockchain formerly known as Steem, now known as HIVE. I often reflect on my time spent on chain as opposed to in chains; while I continue

source From the day love started growing under the shade of the eyelids This wretched sunlight has also started to change its mind Yes, feelings have started to come in the eyes of the deer All the loves