Another COP conference held in a country wanting to greenwash its oil industry, hosted by its Ministry of Environment, who happened to lead the main oil company for decades… And people still wonder why climate change seems to be on a dead end…

I know that you’ll find me, there. After the fall…

Echoes in my head of yesterday’s show of Chelsea Wolfe, already back home…

A quiet street scene at dusk features illuminated streetlights, a car with headlights on, and a silhouette of a person walking.

Coisas que se ouvem num daqueles cafés sombrios, que são cada vez mais raros na Baixa do Porto, logo pela manhã:

  • “Então ainda não foi atendido?!", a senhora reformada a achar que se tinham esquecido de mim.
  • “5 pães e um favaios”.

É assim tão complicado para a CP meter os números dos comboios no exterior do Intercidades?…

I knew I shouldn’t try GeoGessr…

Between William Klein

A woman with long hair, wearing a striped shirt and jeans, stands in a gallery observing abstract and black-and-white artwork.

Maybe it’s time to head back home…

A street lamp illuminates the scene between two trees along a dark, empty road at night.

Being someone who creates stuff means always jumping back and forth between wanting shout your ideas and thinking you don’t have anything relevant to say. Today feels more like the second, I guess.

Bad weather day is calling for bad weather photos.

Drummer’s break

A drummer is illuminated by a warm spotlight on a dimly lit stage.