January, O you hard month.
January was also a month of books and more books. Some I took photos of, some my mind couldn’t forget.
One of my favourite thing to so is to walk around old shopping malls after hours. I cannot tell if it is nostalgia that urges me or the anxieties of urban excess.
In my trance-like state I figure art in trail-end businesses and apocalypse suddenness.
And it goes on.