The dark beauty of Dutch summer.

A bright sky with sunsets that never arrive.

Black ravens with velvet feathers.

Diesis melodies of distant gothic towers.

Glass teapots and worn out sofas.

Sunless forest paths and canals with thick dark waters.

Long white radiators and filter black coffee.

My grandma’s nightgown, my grandad’s chessboard.

Nothing ever changes.

Where everything has changed.