Some people have odd relationships with time.
They stand still, and the time moves on…
In a cute tiny house, so old that it grew halfway into the asphalt, squirreled away in one of the numerous side streets west side of Moskva river lived a cute, romantic, cheerful girl.
This is not her story.
It is a common conception that subway can be horrifying.
Few people actually see it that way, though.
Интересно, является ли установка на стол такой хатки магическим действием по привнесению в дом радости и семейного счастья или нет?
Let’s just call this a lomography experiment — taking pictures without aiming and without caring.
Still turned out oddly appealing though.
…I thought about writing some lame poetry about this, but I decided against it.
