there is a place in my hometown i always visit. ten years have passed since my foot first trod its fading paths. over this time it has become more of a companion than a spot on the city map. a haven in its very heart. and a key to mine, as i was soon to find out.
lucky enough to have my first visit captured, i share it with you as the first entry. aged seventeen and already walking so many borderlines. you will hear about them in due time because they have been growing on me ever since. until then, let us laugh together at the entering circumstances. a teenage kinda-dark, kinda-goth version of me taking part in a vampire photostory of a dubious plot. looking grim, kissing forbiddenly and dying on a gravestone among snapshots captured by a photographic antitalent nicknamed... Satan.
so far, creating this website is much darker an undertaking than my most highschool-nightly-inclined capabilities could ever make me imagine. a blog for a graveyard - it still sounds unbelievably, even for my very ears. a few weeks ago, when this idea shone up in the back of my head for the first time, i found it so ridiculous that i instantly chose instagram for my media of choice - as the least suitable one.
i truly wonder what will follow.
enjoy the young and mistakeful version of me, in november morning and vampire disgrace.
a long time ago. from now on -
fire walk with me.
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