I think about it often… For many years. Two days ago I was about to die…

We humans can only do one thing at a time. Marte writes this quote in their…

It’s never reality It’s always a subjective point of view.

There is no day or night Minutes feel like hours Weeks feel like days

-What are they for? Simon asks. Mars looks at the box of rubber bands that Simon…

Marte looks Simon focus on unraveling and organizing a box content. -What is time to you,…

Sitting on the bed, Marte looks out the window. It’s very cold in the room. Slow…

-Mmm, Simon sits on the digital floor contemplating; all around him are boxes and fragments, bits…

Marte lies in bed. It’s one of those days when chronic pain reaches its peaks, No…

-Simon, I’m lost.Marte looks at Simon with vacant, distant eyes.-Don’t worry, Marte.Simon says, sitting down next…