Just some trains that looked interesting. Pass this place everyday, different view.
Found this on a building, what does it say?
I pass through a cemetery and see all the lost lives, all these people at one time had lives and dreams in some distant past.
False dreams are all we need to make life more than it seems. Tear something down and build something new and the dreams will be passed onto youth.
The city is so vibrant with all its sounds, old buildings fall and new ones take their place. But where are the trees, where is the green, vibrant with a different face.
This is my bike, it sits with it’s gears ready to turn. I sit hunched over a smartphone keyboard. The cat watches from the office silently.
We are gears in the process of time.
This is the future, this is the past, thus every moment is a blast.