All lights off, they have gone on a vacation…

All left is a black elusive canvas. 

People shopping, people gossiping, people killing themselves with the uncertainty of the free days. 

I am the sailor of this place…that’s the gain of physicality, 

it can give you those neon hallucinations even in virgin soils, 

it doesn’t matter how much you have been fucked before, 

you are always a new hitchhiker with the change of geographies. 

Tonight is the night of sleepless nudity and a distant siren of empty station…

I am living, I am forgetting, I am making…

I am…and that’s all you can have sometimes.

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Photograph: Nikolay Popov.