Category: Urban Landscape
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As above, so below
We buildthrough trial and errorour foundationsAs above, so below © E n i s ∞ r song: Rise – Kelly Lee Owens
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free hug
Zombies, monsters, spiders, and a whole range of scary alter egos.Ways to express your inner discontent in a healthy way.The need to pull yourself up out of negative thought patterns. © E n i s ∞ r song: Forty Dollar Rug – Deparment of Eagles Graffiti is the voice of the unseen—color spilled across silence,
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i like to
I like to be my own KingI like to live in a bubble no one can breakI like to drift away in my own quiet spaceI like to guard the silence around meI like to let the world fade outside my bubbleI like to exist where everything feels weightlessI like to see beyond what’s visibleI
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transmutation
There is beauty to be found in barrenness;when things stop growing, a monument remains—enough to draw hope from.Enough to keep dreaming about what new thing may take its place.It is the art of transmutation, the magic of change. © E n i s ∞ r song: A change Would Do You Good – Sheryl Crow
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oh silly me
There are at least two sides to a story. © E n i s ∞ r song: Flame – Sebadoh
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stuck
We humans grieve for loss—heartbreak, death, and the loss of our youth or friendships. You need to grieve well in order to move forward, but what if you’re left numb, without tears? The pent-up knot of denial, wingless like a stubborn fishbone stuck in the throat, an endless barren desert. The art of grief is
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chaotic
Chaos in a public toilet unit along a Dutch highway.The desperation when you urgently need to go to the toilet. © E n i s ∞ r song: Highway to Hell – AC/DC A dirty public toilet: the one place where your urgency outruns your standards.
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nostalgia
My past has begun to resemble a musty thrift store.And if you read between the lines,The melancholy and fading glory are easy to find.There’s always something marked by it—It is yellowed paper that was once shining white. © E n i s ∞ r song: Nostalgia – David Sylvian
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portal
Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie.Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be;Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill. poem by:
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Thoughtless
It has no reason at all, no use whatsoever.Absolutely no connection.It’s just filling a frame, thoughtlessly.You can completely make up your own story. © E n i s ∞ r song: Future Primitive – Papercuts
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Tha banque
War, rising energy and oil prices, and a lot of geopolitical tug-of-war in the world.Falling red stock market numbers — do you still dare to invest?Fortunately, there is still a refuge in art — something that still connects. © E n i s ∞ r song: Imagine – John Lennon
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hungry eyes
The house grew stifling around me, so I wandered out into the morning mist with hungry eyes.Those who keep faith will encounter beautiful moments. © E n i s ∞ r song: Lovely Times – Suburban Living
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one by one
Is it a matter of combinations?Can you say that everything in the universe is connected to each other through time? © E n i s ∞ r song: Primary – The Cure
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for all of us
I could write something about the feeling of being stuck, of being chained. That your mind longs to be free from all the pains and imperfections that seem to weigh on everyone. The need for a resurrection, or for reaching the summit. I could do that. But the moment I took this photo actually had
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blood moon
A crystal-clear vision is not complete with eyes closed alone; let there be no misunderstanding—she is more than a reflection back to the point of entry. © E n i s ∞ r song: What Lies Ahead – Peter Gabriel Perhaps I failed, but I did my best…. – Nikola Tesla