Casa Robino

We work in the dark — we do what we can — we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.(i) Remaining in one place seems to bury parts of you that once existed. Needed to know that it was still possible to build without leaving everything behind without water, without tender care. (ii) A girl messaged me today.Asking me for someone honest.I replied - what? me, honest?I lie through my teeth about the real world, honey. no one could endure this with the truth. but what is the truth? madness, disease, lies, apathy, hunger? Thirst for you, this, me, us, infinity. I am a boat merchant from the highest ranks. What can I do but to drink the sea? I am my madness. Constantly, I am clawing for what isn't there. Then I tell stories about the empty space between us. Cringing at facts,