25.1.12

window panes & frost flowers



... senselessly wandering along, senselessly wandering through a senselessly obscene world




what could have lured me to this desolate part of the country but a longing to stay here?




the burden of memory




the nameless multitudes fallen between the cracks of the city




the section of a garden cultivated to be wild




the world is more fragile, more tenuous than we could ever know

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