Another.

By myself | Published: 24 September 2011

Once again. Under the shower it hits me and I can’t let go. Another domain, another story. More dispersion, but all the same, I feel I want to do it. Write the story. Write those pictures. Not that I think I am on a mission and I definitely don’t expect anyone to follow it and to read it. I think I do not care. Of course I would LIKE to be somebody with something to say, but over the years I got the idea that this is not the case, not really.

But I think I do not care.

And it is alright.

And if not now, then at some point in the future.

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