Invention is born when all attempts are failed and the paths have no end. My chest now bares a delicate bag that swings from the nape of my neck. Lithium Quartz and Lepidolite sharing an intimate space between my breast .

An auspicious crystal healing.

My days are number and counting down the ticks of a radioactive bomb.Tick. Tick. Tick.

The tempo to a ballad of a broken heart.