cdg

late "straits"

compositions

naturally, i can't escape from seeing melancholy

the air of grittiness i felt within the parisian cityscape exudes ... perhaps
a different kind of ... romance

i know this sounds rather strange
but the city is so much about the present
its energy existing in the now

it is a beast of a city

rain, fog and smoke

nomadic

what is a cause
without a face?

what is an animal
without its territory?

what is a space
without demarcations?

what is salvation?

faciality

"in truth,
there are only inhumanities,
humans are made exclusively of inhumanities,
but very different ones,
of very different natures and speeds." -d.g.