Oh. We've just lost cabin pressure.
Sometimes we wake up and have to ask where we are.
This is a place for literature and photography.
We fight in an underground club. We only talk in vowels. We're Joe's Broken Heart. Deep down the rabbit hole we're a copy of a copy of a copy.
  1. traffic 

    I decided to go out at 1am in the morning to take some pictures of the deserted junction in front of my flat. The flatmate joined me.

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