Fade Out Again

“Rows of houses, all bearing down on me;
I can feel their blue hands touching me.
All these things into position,
All these things we’ll one day swallow whole.
And fade out again,
And fade out.”

_{[ Street Spirit – Stream of Passion ]}


3 AM. I look out of the window to see if it’s raining or it is only me, and I see the empty street shrouded in a thin mist. Then I feel the urge to do this photo now: shoot it, postproduce it, publish it. Best if watched while listening.
Trieste, Italy.

Photo: GothicNarcissus Photography