Throwing my suitcase in a corner, smelling the rustling clean sheets, opening the windows, swallowing the view, taking my camera, my notebook, my cigarettes, walking into a new place never seen before, with a blank head and without thoughts, all alone, taking pictures, writing postcards and letters, smoking, thinking, all senses open, wide open, suffering, almost, from Stendhals' syndrome, yes, checking in in a new room every day.
Words by Jack
Left image by Claire {SlowShutter, Camera+, Pixlromatic, Blender, Snapseed, ReTouch, BlurFx} Right image by Christy {Snapseed}
Perennially suspended, between tightly wound, and coming undone...... Words by Namrita Left image by Fin {Matter App, Union, PhotoWizard, PicsArt, Effextures, Artrage, Reflect, iColorama} Right image by Claire {Oggl and Afterlight}