Trying to keep the dream of art and culture alive (by taking photographs) since 2009.
Wednesday, 18 November 2015
Standing frozen in time
staring my dark side straight into the eyes, I can feel a slight irregular palpitation in my chest and for a second or so my brain urges me to flee. But no, there is no way I will run. I will stare it out and force the dark side to run away.