Photographer's Note

I quess we know the feeling of being in a place where we feel we don't belong... A pub or a restaurant where the way in is imediatly the best way out (but we don't)... a party where you just stand and smile and your eyes desparatly search for a likeminded soul, wich all probably are at the other party downtown, so better search for the sign of the emergancy-exit sign and leave (but you don't)... It's strange that we often stay to long at places where we don't wanna be, and afterwards saying to eachother how bad that place was... Why don't we do, what feels best all the time?

life doesn't last that long....

[taken in; cimetière du Père Lachaise, Paris]

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail
A smile from a veil
Do you think you can tell
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found the same old fears.
Wish you were here.
wish you were here, pink floyd

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Additional Photos by Jorrit van der Molen (Proxilva) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 432 W: 94 N: 576] (2157)
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