“Everything happened exactly as I had intended it shouldn’t.” ― Max Frisch, Homo Faber
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“Everything happened exactly as I had intended it shouldn’t.” ― Max Frisch, Homo Faber
we came to Rome to bury our youth
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forest hike
Amorgos photo dump
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2 Days in the Valley
Once upon a time in Rome
someone else was always the photographer
“... KUBLAI: We have proved that if we were here, we would not be. POLO: And here, in fact, we are.” - Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
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Decades of photo shooting
“Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see isn't what we see but what we are.” ― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
“The autumn will take everything, everything I ever thought or dreamed, everything I did or did not do, spent matches scattered at random on the floor, discarded scraps of paper, great empires, all the religions and philosophies that the drowsy children of the abyss played at making. The autumn will take everything, everything, that is, that made up my soul, from my noblest aspirations to the ordinary house in which I live, from the gods I once worshipped to my boss Vasques. The autumn will take everything, will sweep everything up with tender indifference. The autumn will take everything.” ― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet