The former and the counter. My eyes wandered across the horizon of the city, and then down to the foreground where it was that time of night. The time of night where the commuters disperse, drawn by the sounds and smells of the underground, and where night dwellers appear. I struggled to find tarts, skets & slags – It’s just not done that way in Italy.
Every now and again my attention would divert back to the bigger picture, the entire city to the South – my head, and my heart not knowing which from each. Wanderlust for the squat.
Photo: The view from my place, Milan, Italy, (2010)
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