Written by Jacob Ibrag
Melt into madness. Disappear. As a kid,
I’d let it all get to me. The fear of rejection, the
bottomless mystery. What if I’d never understand?
Would I ever taste inner peace? It used to get to me.
The judgement I’d pass onto myself. The paranoid
dreams. And then one day, I stopped listening.
Melting into madness. Disappearing.
Photography by Janko Ferlič