Martijn Winkel

As they say, it’s the calm before the storm. But is all of it just a storm caught in a glass jar?

I’m stuck in a revolving door, endlessly going in circles without being able to leave this suffocating building. I see myself reflected in the glass of the door, panicking with each full circle. Have I really changed, or have I secretly stayed the same after all these years? Does the endless eventually come to an end? Is there still enough time to reflect on all my sins? Is there enough time to sin some more?

The revolving door opens up to a way out.

When I was your Man is coming soon…