in de brievenbus

received my part of the best trade ever in my mailbox today.

the book 'das kaufhaus' by paul paetzel (about a supermarket. i love supermarkets) and a beautiful little hand drawn pencil drawing)

op de boerderij

can't think or draw about anything else but myself and my head. (and it seems i don't even care about anything else)

dreamt this night i had to take care of a hospital room filled with sick people, but the only thing i could do was crying on the floor.

caché

drawings i've made for a poem written by famke dhont.

maybe i'll show you the final result later.

my cat ate a mouse

my cat ate a mouse.

i hoped to find the tiny skeleton,

but she left almost nothing but the tail.

kafka

today my head is like kafka.