the reality is a slippery thing

‘never gave a goddamn, i gave you twenty-one grand 'cause baby i love you, more than a trashcan  i said I'd give it one more try, now i’m giving up the good life i'd make a bad wife’ (c) jake shears

nothing much spectacular, but probably you want to share this gorgeous view with me 

maybe i’ll return for more of this lovely place

flash delirium 

it’s not spooky at all

izbooshka

for my own atrocity exhibition, I’ll call it ‘powerlines and the dying nature’

so the fog erased a whole coastline

and that was a gloomy day, and I was out in the fog

and these are the lights of the mortal beings

these are the lights of the tommyknockers

ツイソ

Аh~!

even if you’re not seeking for asian culture, sometimes asian culture seeks for you

I AM UP HERE, ON THE LEFT.  And I looked in that direction, like it actually could be someone up there... but I could see none. There was nothing. Never ever could be anything. Just the road, wet pavement shining. Yet there was a tree, naked, without leaves – maybe already a dead one, wrapped with steel wires. And above that dead tree it was only the sky, white and dull, and the wind trembled those black tangles of bone-dry branches.

for my own atrocity exhibition, I would call it “Duality”

Apparently it was sort of a hideaway, then it was burned outside down :)