Waking up at 4:39 am must have had a reason: I always want to believe that there’s a sense on everything. Not that I liked to wake up at 4:39 am; what I didn’t like was that I didn’t find a reason for that. Maybe someone died at that time and thought of me. Or maybe I just couldn’t handle my hotness sleeping. I took a ginger infusion and went back to sleep. Relaxed. If someone died, I hope at least that they died in peace. It was 4:39 am. There was a crow at the window and I was sleeping.
photographs by Gonzalo Bénard