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.

Back where

we started.



Paste fericit is romanian and roughly translates into "we're closing down half of the town for no apparent reason, so please go visit your relatives in the country side".
Left behind are the old and the forgotten ones, and yours truly.

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.