Soot

Photography by Magdalena Lutek

 

Soot
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Knowingly, you played me like a fiddle.  I was Rome.

 

“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath   

alt-J (∆) – “Breezeblocks”                                                                 Vice             Eclipse

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