Butterfly Valley Why am I here in such a beautiful place, so far from the pain of the world? The sun illuminates everything, letting its life reach each thing that passes through its rays. The grass reflects the cold drops of the fountain. The children play, laugh, shout without knowing what waits for them… And each gesture of happiness is a torture for me. Why am I in this place if I actually would like to be in a cold dark cave like the one I’ve hollowed in me the last years? Nobody notices me: I’m like an insect. Just a forgotten corpse in this radiant space. Perhaps that is why I am here. There isn’t a more appropriate place to be in despair like this, while life continues… (Photo by Gil) 1996
kafka is so black that it's hard to see him as anything but a black cat form in all my pics - so here's a shot of franz and kafka hanging out in their bed - what used to be the shelf where we kept the towels
Saskia three and a half
@Arai Yakushi Shrine, Arai, Nakano Ward, Tokyo.
A bad thunderstorm last night...thunder,lightning,wind, & lots of rain 20.05.2005
©polaroid_billy it's me (in about 1988)...no april foolin' Now we're going to show you some of the night lites in Downtown Vegas. test