ghost of nature.

photographer unknown. a ride on an emotional rollercoaster, from being in heat and full of love to critically observing what is around you, to loosing your momentum and falling down a ladder of melodramatic sadness. and because that is so fun, you do it all over again. and again. playlist: laura marling . devil's spoke bob dylan . it's alright, ma ( i'm only bleeding ) the cranberries . ode to my family balbina . punkt. christine and the queens . goya soda bat for lashes . travelling woman jack garratt . old enough feist . my moon my man phoenix . lisztomania tame impala . breathe deeper grimes . oblivion florence + the machine . remain nameless eliza rickman . maker of my sorrow nico . my heart is empty pink floyd . comfortably numb john mayer . who do you think i was? soviet soviet . ecstasy molchat doma . танцевать ( tancevat )  heilung . norupo

coliseum at platz der deutschen einheit ( 2014 ). it's time for some wiesbaden city impressions again! i know the city quite well by now, and sometimes i even feel like i have seen it all, that it has no surprises in store for me anymore, but the city proves me wrong everytime i decide to go for a walk. some places i haven't visited in forever, and those are exactly the ones that keep surprising me, because something changed about them, or i haven't bothered to check a neighborhood out more thoroughly. maybe my preferences and interests changed, too and suddenly i notice things that i otherwise wouldn't have before. maybe a mural finally started making sense to me, for example, or a house i have walked by a million times, suddenly registers in my brain as completely unique because i recognize a specific detail.  when you live longer in a city that can be easily explored ( i consider cities up to the 300.000 inhabitants mark easily explorabe ), you tend to tak...