When people talk about depression and stressful events in their lives, there should be someone who listens. Sometimes the burden of such feelings is so intense and unbearable that certain people just can’t move on. They lie still in a snow bed they made for themselves, ready to disappear and vanish in darkness, in a lifeless pause. This is an attempt to describe my own darkness, share non-verbally these feelings and self-destructive thoughts or actions. Finally, it is an attempt to mourn, accept and move on. (The title, “Snow bed”, is borrowed from a poem of Paul Celan, “Schneebett”)