My friend asked for a series of photos showing my world, true and real, just as it is, with ugly parts and beautiful parts. So I am doing it.

As you can see, now the world is sad, dark, dirty and lacking any hope. Welcome to the reality.

To complete the mood, let me share a poem written by one famous Romanian artist:

Lacustine
by George Bacovia

So many nights I’ve heard the rain,
Have heard matter weeping …
I am alone, my mind is drawn
Towards lacustrine dwellings.

As though I slept on wet boards,
A wave will slap me in the back –
I start from sleep, and it seems
I haven’t drawn the bridge from the bank.

A void of history extends,
I find myself in the same times …
And sense how through so much rain
The heavy timber stilts are tumbling.

So many nights I’ve heard the rain,
Always starting, always waiting …
I am alone, my mind is drawn
Towards lacustrine dwellings …

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