They were walking towards the dark side. One of them sang this song...
This can only be a nightmare,
a confused dream,
a painful journey
without meaning, without destiny.
It could only be a nightmare,
a trap without doors,
where dark feelings live,
where you have everything and nothing.
This vision, this confusion,
this misperception: the grey
sorrow falling on my
shoulder: thoughts under the stars.
It was only a nightmare,
an unwanted visitor on a one-way trip.
A senseless map.
And lost in this darkness... the fog.
And the people around, laughing and floating, told him he had to stop drinking.
And the people around, laughing and floating, told him he has to stop drinking.
photography: "fog", kodachrome transparency and text by © inercies_