(back to home)
another summer afternoon gone by, the same illusions left for another day, and the conclusions of tomorrow morning still to come.
while many people wish to move to the country side, i had always loved the noise of the city, its crazyness, the crowds of people in train stations (like this one).
aware of the uglyness in itself, still i find innumerable stories, minimal stories. sad ones, happy ones, inconclused, some of betray, of love affairs, of money, of drinking problems, of jobs, of a new dress...
i use this t-max film, expired two or three months ago.