When we were separated, my father used to come by train to the town where mom and I had moved and visit me. He would come for a few hours, rarely spend the night over, and then leave again on the afternoon train. All those times while I was learning to say goodbye to him I would focus instead on the appearance of the waiting room, the railways, the man who sold the tickets, the departure board, the train... and that did quite a good job at stopping me from missing him even before he was gone.
That's how today I know everything about the secret geography of a train station.
-- "You're mind is working at its best when you're being paranoid. You explore every avenue and possibility of your situation at high speed with total clarity." — Banksy (Banging Your Head Against a Brick Wall)
Nice.
Pozdrav
Igor
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you try and make like this is so much fun, but we know it to be quite contrary
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"You're mind is working at its best when you're being paranoid.
You explore every avenue and possibility of your situation
at high speed with total clarity."
— Banksy (Banging Your Head Against a Brick Wall)
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"There's no such thing as perfect."
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my gallery [link]
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you try and make like this is so much fun, but we know it to be quite contrary
this picture, I'd like to know...
Well done, mate, well done
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Is it just me, or did this trip go downhill since we ran out of Lucky lager?
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Immerse your soul in love