… and does it even matter?

My inner tone is clear and there’s a rare witness in my sphere.

The Fog… In it’s expansion and contraction… it has me.

Has me delicately at his higher action.

This Fog makes me think… I wonder…

I think that the loves I found delightful, poisoned me in a way.

Those pulses and vibes… They were joyful.

I didn’t mind, but now I do.

I mind a self-aware thought, and
I don’t mind…

This foggy weather outside.


Written by Julia Ahtijainen
Photography by Anny CK

Published in Less Magazine – Slow Clothing Magazine