The Apathetic Summer – skip the good months
500 horses pulling violently an aluminum shell through gray days of mid summer depression.
rounds per minutes only the brain can surpass in speed, infinite friction, tension, grinding metal parts of the forces unleashed.
routine is death, is living somewhere on an island, that has no rivers.
focus – compression – tension (reduced).
how can you enjoy yourself if you’re busy to impress everyone else with your accomplishments of your lifestyle?
bubbles of happiness bursting withing seconds, the illusion of joy squeezed through the slime channels of our social media society.
this beautifully ugly flower grew out of one of my film rolls and I want to share it with you as a symbol maybe a monument of disappointment about how we
decorate our lifes.
[Nikon FM2 on Kodak Portra 100 / Olympus Trip35 on Kodak Portra 400]
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