I find it more difficult to find some favourite things. Favourite places.

Or is it really so dead around this city? Do I get bored so much more easily?

I want to have that camera here so badly. Make it favourite? Come to like it.

Photography as a way of keeping distance from your own life.

As I’ve written few years ago, that sometimes other’s people life seems ‘more interesting’, but I know it’s only from the outside. Making yourself a stranger.

I know what it would feel like when I’ll be ‘grown-up’ [this is how I call it]. Integrity of my actions and thoughts and content.

Although I’m not anyhow ambitious, stress does rule my life. Sleeping problems, eating problems, communication problems.

But now I’m little pushed the other way and that’s not ideal too. Have to get in between.

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