toxic beauty

it turns out that yesterday's fog was actually full of pollution. really full. really pollution.

...and it's stil not over.

midnight

in the deep of night, a lone man walks down a street in belgrade. the fog is thick and the stench of the city is even thicker. seconds later his figure disappears in the dark, concealing his identity. it is midnight. tomorrow is Republic Day. will anyone remember it? or him?

office light

sending someone a little light reflects a little light back to me. but you first have to send it...

moondown

and when night falls, everything falls. that's when you can look out on to the city, and realize taht we are all connected, you are connected to me by reading this, a am conntected to the city through my window, telephones ring, people drink coffee, work is done, chores. but on a sunday night it sometimes just seems that the world is too lonely. but then there's you.

road to somewhere?

deliblatska pescara. a place quite desolate.
to be surrounded by nothingness is theraputical.

one of those days...

... when I just didn't seem to leave the house. So this is all i saw. And there is always the computer.

ten years...

... after one generation demanded fundamental democratic values, another one takes to the street to demand that the name of their degree mimic something more.

corridor X, Serbia, 21st century.

why?

because i need somewhere to put my thoughts, and i just can't seem to find the time to pick up a pen.

and i used to write, but not since i started working so much. an i just need somewhere to put a photo now and again, to comment, to put a message out there, somewhere, just out of my head. maybe i just won't tell anyone about this blog.