Excerpt from The Window (Revisited) By Michael Daaboul

Excerpt from The Window (Revisited) By Michael Daaboul



‘Everything is okay… that’s a lie.’

‘Everything is okay… that’s a lie.’



‘I always know when it’s too late.’

‘I always know when it’s too late.’



‘I still remember the first time you looked at me, you were in love!’

‘I still remember the first time you looked at me, you were in love!’



‘I try so hard to be perfect… for you.’

‘I try so hard to be perfect… for you.’



‘She used to remind me why I was on this planet. Now that she’s gone, I’m not so sure why anymore. She used to say, I was here for her.’

‘She used to remind me why I was on this planet. Now that she’s gone, I’m not so sure why anymore. She used to say, I was here for her.’



‘I want to save you, but I don’t know how…’

‘I want to save you, but I don’t know how…’



Crossing the Stars - Notes from Crane Collins’s CellarI’m starting a new series of images of creative spills and doodles on a notebook that I will create from time to time. I have named the series Notes from Crane Collins’s Cellar. Crane Collins isn’t a real person, as far as I’m aware of anyway.
If you happen to be Crane Collins, this series is in no way related to you and if the creative spills and doodles resemble any part of your life (I don’t suppose you will be jumping on Mars anytime soon), it is merely just a series of coincidences.
Enjoy ladies and gentleman.

Crossing the Stars - Notes from Crane Collins’s Cellar

I’m starting a new series of images of creative spills and doodles on a notebook that I will create from time to time. I have named the series Notes from Crane Collins’s Cellar. Crane Collins isn’t a real person, as far as I’m aware of anyway.

If you happen to be Crane Collins, this series is in no way related to you and if the creative spills and doodles resemble any part of your life (I don’t suppose you will be jumping on Mars anytime soon), it is merely just a series of coincidences.

Enjoy ladies and gentleman.




‘For a friend to lose trust is a friend who will slowly rust.’

‘For a friend to lose trust is a friend who will slowly rust.’