‘Who cares for you?’ said Alice, (she had grown to her full size by this time.) ‘You’re nothing but a pack of cards!’
Details on a race day.
Zenit 11 + Ilford HP5 Plus
The feeling of peeking through time, to a different era.
When my train reaches Berlin, will you be waiting on the platform of the station for me? Will you be willing to forgive and forget all the silly mistakes I made?
I imagine your slender figure, your face standing out of the many impatient faces on the platform, your awkward smile on your lips trying to restraint your feelings, the crazy hair and that fixed gaze of yours.
When the sun is setting, the city has something ghostly in the emptiness of its streets.
I sadly have forgotten almost everything I’ve studied in Japanese. This year I want to change that, but somehow it seems difficult than ever.
It’s been soooo long since I last edited a photo on Photoshop, it’s been so long since I last took a photo with my digital camera (phone doesn’t count, right?)
It feels strange, really weird actually. Just seeing the colours feels different, like something is off, so I had to turn this photograph into a black and white one.
I’m not sure if I like it or not… it just feels different, distant, flat… maybe it’s the analogue syndrome. I miss the grain.