This is another picture which belongs to the series «Photos» from the trash can. I personally know a couple of people, who really love winter. I guess their winter (mountains, sun, skiing, blinding white and outrageous romance) is a little different from my fucking winter. This winter also exists and I’m aware of it.
This picture is about another winter in a European city.
Imagine that you’ve not even woken up, but are already so tired, that you cannot move.
Imagine that you constantly want to get yourself drunk over and over again, so that you don’t see it and don’t live in it.
What you see is an exact image of our harsh winter, continued slush and haze, wet and slippery fog, filling with itself everything around. Once the lunch is over, the nightfall begins, which is always accompanied either with snow or rain, and — in all cases — this piercing fucking wind, which sometimes can get one completely mad.
My winter contains no other colors than 1500 shades of gray.
I’d like to rev
