"to se přece nikdy nestalo"

i will never take any other picture 

my camera is sick one day she will die and i will put her ash to the urn.

my hands - i cannot trust them anymore.

the rain makes beautiful colors. 

the rain makes beautiful deaths. 

puddles gravestones graystones blinds

the soft grip of rain 

ether

nitty

gritty

the soft curfew of rain

sleep

::: never happened :::