We broke down in a parking lot. by night.
The night watchman was stalking out my window. He had only one single eye.
Morning in the norwegian summer.
They were not lovers. Only friend and shy.
The last sleep.
A skeleton's fire.
Stay warm kids.
Lines of steam.
Loloy, 16 years old.
Midnight in Norway.
Carnivorous. Street life.
A lonely old man. I wanted to hug him. I sadly didn't dare.
Steam and skeleton trees.
Tiny and humble.