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.

And everybody's dancing

the dance of the dead..


spent the last weeks away from the internet and locked up in a dark cave. Now it's 1am and my neighbours obviously own a bongo drum. Life is good.

What we're dealing with here

is a total lack of respect for ...

while rocking out to said song on the balcony of my humble abode, I entered zen mode and contemplated the cctv security cam

and the gypsie kids playing with a piece of styrofoam it is taping.
In the event of amnesia, the city will recall.

Standing watch

until the sun will rise.

Wearing post apocalyptic..

..underground gear, 'cause we haven't seen natural sunlight in twelve years.



Got up at sunrise, had a cold shower and disappeared into the belly of Bucureşti.
Emerged after sunset, head spinning, and found myself on my beloved rooftops, looking towards the Palatul Parlamentului, its lights beaming skywards.

The moment we believe..

..that we have never met.




Yes, yes. If analyzed thoroughly, I seem to "feel" my way into the city, the first shy photos from windows and balconies, new, rough city, scanning the terrain before going in, blabla.
But maybe I also simply love rooftops.



Behold, this is the stairway down to the street, and I will walk it down tomorrow and step out through the broken door. And maybe I'll even take my camera with me.

Looking out of..

..yet another window. I will operate at street level one day, I promise. Until then, let's all enjoy the view out of my new room.

After I fell out of the window

and before I hit the ground.
After class, yours truly stayed on the old wooden benches of the classroom and looked out of the window.