nemo
"The world won't starve for want of wonders; but for want of wonder."
Portrait
Writings
Years:
36
Paris
LEVEL 2
The last ray of evening behind the mountain range on the horizon.
The first ray of morning through the mist of the forest.
The sound of footsteps in an industrial ruin.
Nights with a microcosmogonic scope where the possibilities opens up again.
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