Accepting Melancholy


Born in Finland 1985, started photography 2009, became a person 2017, did some truck driving, farm work, studied history. Never fitted in. Was raised by movies and want to live in one.

I am accepting my melancholy and no longer work to fix it

The world was never built for people like me

It was built by liars and lizards

It's always based on schemes and plots aimed to benefit the club of few on the top

Humans like violence more than love and creativity

A sensitive little man like me was always going to be sad here