Under the dusk and in a strange kind of flow. Considering lines, circles, marks on logs, the growing of branches and the weeks of golden leaves. Still unsorted, feeling off track and too self-centered at the same time and deeply guilty for both. The soothing proximity of soft colours, the sky horizon to horizon and everything else just a small spot within. Get into your night safe, wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #evening blues pastel dusk #always in between