Being alone is a very special act to discover one's self. There's also a lot of suffering in that process so this pic tries to explain that painful mental nudity.

This is an example of how I feel sometimes. I feel like I'm like a shadow to other people, not invisible at all but unnoticed. This pic was taken by my reflect in the hand wash.

I feel a connection between the sky and my mind. I specially connect with it when its cloudy or rainy. Here I'm, metaphorically, looking at myself.

I feel good when I'm lost in the woods. I like to watch how the breeze caresses every plant and plays with the branches.

There's always more than one's self. We are built by different impressions of ourselves and sometimes they appear painfully.

As I feel invisible but useful I think I'm a kind of furniture which people ignore until they need to use.

I'm just a reflection of myself. A ghost who sometimes realizes about its existence when he discovers himself somewhere. Tragically.

I'm introverted but when I talk to other people, although I think I'm empathetic and sensitive, I feel like I'm very cold and futile. My words are bitten ice.

Writing is a difficult process in which you end hurt and strangely free. Then you have to come back to the paper and repeat the process.

In February I use to exile myself in my village. It's very cold and I spend the time thinking, drinking, writing, reading and being next to the fire place.