cars reduced to a blur
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Kokubunji, 2024.05.20
The Girl and I went for a photography-walk.
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twenty-eight years and a million words
The Girl and I went for a photography-walk.
Collections containing this photo.
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
—Sigmund Freud