From my diary, page 27

The hardest things to see are the obvious.

Day 100

Summer Solstice at Stonehenge (2011)

Whispers on the streets of London: "They are between Us".
I said: "We are between Them".

London- spring time

I saw dogs hanging happily from enormous tree, I saw squirrels hunting foxes and relaxed hedgehogs drinking coffee on a little terrace just outside my underworld room. I am still wondering why the fact was not on the front page of London's newspapers.






















At 1989 km SE from London, my friend is writing true urban stories:
http://alinaandreipovesti.blogspot.com

"Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they had happened." Memoirs of my melancholy whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Untitled in Italy

Once upon a time in New York