Corro. Here in China Town and New Year, but not if nobody notices.
I let myself slide Halls industrial side slipping into the fog, with no direction that the "most possible out of." And it's going from here, including building of new suburbs, industrial halls and streets lifeless, that becomes clear to me the affection I feel for these places. World on the border between wild and domesticated, including built and natural environment. Places where the unexpected is still the norm, where the order is to be labile to survive. Where time passes still on the objects and its grooves are memories of the past.
A world of degradation, lack of social and poverty. Where man can still be beast among beasts, a chain of high-millennial ring.
is in harmony with my inner world. With the dark soul of my coffee-stained.
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