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A riddle. What is this?

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Meltin' hot Milan.

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EXPOGate + Castello Sforzesco

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I never have writer's block, except when I have to write.

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Quarrel. Cellphone sketch.

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Many shapes.

Cameraphone. Somewhere in northern Italy, December 2013.

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Simplifying Baljeu.

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Scrap d.

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Of the inability to bring oneself to

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The real and the not real. Finale Ligure, summer 2013. Cameraphone; crop and colourless red filter in the GIMP.

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Untitled (emergence).

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Pray and work, it says. Cameraphone, Bern, spring 2013.

(Quiz: what was the actual colour of the flowers on the windowsills, and why can it be told from this black and white picture?)

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tumblr Spotlight happenstance.

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Marco Petrus on acid. Milano, cameraphone, processing glitch.

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More Memories from the space age.

Viale Zara, Milano, October 2011. Cellphone, Vignette.

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The evening redness in the west (pixels on screen, 2012).

Inspired by Rothko and Cormac McCarthy.