Mephedrones

by Marlon Thierry Laurent Fink. Posted in Photographs, Text

Flowers who once blossomed immaterialize like dust. Blown away by the winds. Gone with the air – parched. In no time. No time at all. All of them are everywhere. Inhaled once and for all. Day in and day out. By all of us who need to breathe. Daisies like Rosemaries. In and out of our nostrils. And lilies like sage. There is no such thing as empathy. It all comes down to nothing. And we’re a catastrophe. In the end we’ll die alone. But you know that just like mephedrones.