The moon rises over the trees as I run out of my room to catch the metro.
Hot chocolate with something mint flavored and alcoholic.
A silent film addresses the emergence of the talkies. A culture of reflection.
High Contrast Grey.
A nomad, a collector, a flâneur, a bohemian artist, a tea cup kind of guy, a Master of Architecture currently in search of a new place to call home..
High Contrast Grey. 
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