

z koncertu milczącego Fina w swetrze w norweskie wzory. new weird finland.

zimą leżę na podłodze i słucham płyt.

tak wygląda moje okno przy minus piętnastu.
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Obowiązkowy czarny strój.
no sky scrapes here, can it be better? we get this entire cloudy space, as on old fashioned postcards from the pre-photoshop era. and that's for free.
sometimes it's worth it to get off the beaten track. ugliness, decay, rotting core. but still so fuckin' beautiful.
people living in their stone/paper/cardboard/brick houses. make a home for yourself, make yourself at home. wherever you are, that's there.
the end is at hand.