“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was – I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
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Wonderful photo, I love the drama and the mystique that you create in your art. I believe sometimes you have to lose yourself in order to find yourself and sometimes during that time of loss you really do have to question yourself about who you really are. Great post.
that is the way this world makes me feel… thank you for your words, too kind! 🙂
Your work is fantastic! Dark, artistic, touching… Love it! Thank you for sharing!
Kind regards,
Tieme
So you had in your mind to make my day. well, you did it. thank you for your words. means a lot.
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Haha, you’re welcome 🙂 Credits to the ones deserving it right?
Thank you!
🙂