Ako se desio smak svijeta (a znam da je) bio je kakav sam zatrazio da bude - bogat ljudima i skrt na rijecima. sve se izvrtilo unazad i naopako, svi ljudi koji...

what is left after the person is occupying space no more? are you sure that it is only the silence that reigns? which kind of moldy poetry is being given birth...

New York kicked in hard, (low kicks, below the waist, is what He likes the most. I've applied as His inadequately prepared sparing partner, decade...

along with the sudden pulse of some stronger wind, i start pulsing too. during the day, driven by this crazy energy, i wander around and rearrange the world as...

It almost seemed like i could leave this time without a scream, without a picture send. So to have only uncomfortable silence left behind, like after the lovers...

you've already been introduced to my grandfather in couple of previous stories. this is a story about how my father and me, after the sudden phonecalls of a...

No wonder a day like this can produce an event like the one i witnessed this morning. A local grocery shop just near where i live. A short and a bit fatty little...

Completely devastated. Words are like rainy blades of grass, they dry up as i write them down, only a teardrop on this sheet can bring them back to life. I...

Express train through Bosnia. I wished for a compartment empty of passengers, as if the meditation on the images passing by, irreversibly sucked wright into the...

The lid finally falls off after "Misin-Han", and with the descent of smoke, familiar images slowly arise, one by one. First, that strong street curve, just...

I plunge my nails in, to scrape off the time before Memory: the old red bus (takes mum and three of us, like three bags, to "Boska" shopping mall and...

We're trying hard, pushing, shifting through this Life, the History itself, memories tumble down that slope, accumulating as tear balls in my Father's eyes,...

Like ressurected from near drowning, my dad washes away the last drops of memories wandering the surface of his eye, and so re-baptised, nameless, absent,...

He too is a man without a past, between them a graveyard full of silence (what would they say to each other?), beyond is the (e)motionless hill, on top of this...

I was standing on the spring, the fountain, the anchor point that's pivoting everything that i consider mine. What is left to do now? Should i spin the...

I went to visit my grandfather one day. After spending time with him, around the rest of my Bosnian family, everything back here feels like an illusion, shadow,...

work in progress, an extraordinary mysteriously-coded painting-like photography series by brother-duo dom&dom. series is dealing with notion of "home", and is...

two is a company three is a crowd, train out of here you're taking alone. utroje je izlet, udvoje je brak, putuje se Sam.

1. i'll stop washing my jeans. or, if i do wash them, i'll keep the keys of the apartment inside the pockets, so that the rust and the scent never goes away. 2....

Storm is coming, it's pouring outside, i took a can and ran out to collect the runaway tails of the crazy wind, aeromechanics of my soul, I've assembled a giant...

Not feeling well today. I'm dedicating my time to plot a revenge. The targets are the Fog and the City. A Winter. I know it's not polite, but i can't take it...

There was no time for photography. A seriously less then I’m used to. On the boiling side of the ocean, in this past month of uncensored life, we’ve been...

5 years i've been living by myself in a small cute apartment in Zagreb. When decided to leave the place for good and go traveling, i wanted to make a farewell...

Exactly 100 days here. i can particularly recall one of them , the rest continue to rest vaguely in my memory. This exquisite one i've spent on the random...