Please excuse the stupid title, but I always use the first thing that comes to my mind. No exception. At all.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the baldest branch of them all…?
Isn’t it wonderful how nature erodes human efforts to fuck up landscapes?
Do you come from there? Do you go there? WTF is there?
This seems to be built exclusively for suicide candidates.
Does anyone else see this church as a sinister creature, staring empty with a pair of dark eyes under a maleficent jelly bag cap…?
Common things become interesting with some ordinary fog.
Come on, this is a no-brainer. Future, nebulous, bla-bla.
Keeping the connection in rural Brandenburg.