Renaissance

From the ashes of my relationship, my dead cat and my half-empty flat, emerges an opportunity for rebirth. Once my tears have washed away the ashes, a blank canvas will appear, one on which I can paint a new landscape.

Who am I without the love of my life? How do I fill the void of the half-empty closets and the half-empty bookcases of my half-furnished apartment?

I throw away my half and build from scratch.

A new year, a new me.

Renaissance.