the purest blue
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Kokubunji, 2023.02.23
I found this on the back side of a house, perched above a narrow laneway full of passing cyclists.
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twenty-eight years and a million words
I found this on the back side of a house, perched above a narrow laneway full of passing cyclists.
Collections containing this photo.
Nobody belongs anywhere, nobody exists on purpose, everybody's going to die.
—"Morty", of Rick and Morty