Ifelloff's PhotoBlog

The fortune teller was wrong. Officially by midnight the prediction will have misfired. But one can make allowances, I wouldn't begrudge a few days or weeks.…

Dragana, Marco, me. We were in Vedrana's apt on 13th floor. Or the 11th. Too high. Vertiginous view of the harbour. All i could think of was the tiny baby…

One year on, and nothing to declare, Except maybe my hair Needs a cut. I've been over-exposed to the light And the old, malevolent air.
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