Future

Prophecies.


Plenty of social activities for yours truly in the last days. High time for a night off, best to be enjoyed on an elevated place.

Now:

Zero.


Biodiversity, industrial. In the ruins of the Kombinats of old, tiny little companies grow like mushrooms. The artists are happy, for they can -after a treasure hunt in the maze of the ruins- buy acid and other things.
Unfortunately, taking photos was strictly forbidden.

I could offer honesty

if every day offered something real




The joys of living / working in a corrupt system are manifold and not devastating / frustrating at all. Repeat this until it sounds true.

I will never love you

more than spreading my wings


Is yours truly fighting a serious depression, or is it just the sunny sky? Definitely blue. After the easter ghost town days, the daily survival of the fastes.. fittest is almost enjoyable.