I feel an inner drowsiness so great it overflows the bounds of self. And I want nothing, prefer nothing, there is nothing I can escape into: The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa
like the angle of the first two shots. thank you for sharing.
I loved the second one.. the Kid and the old man.. too good..
I wonder.. whether will I ever meet you!
Why not, Kakshi!
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