hand-picked instagrams from last month.
almost done with moving. one last week to live here. travelling back and forth almost every second day. it's like i don't really know where to go but instead i float along. i feel like there is life on the road... hidden somewhere between sweat-stained train seats and on the faces of tired bus drivers.
maybe it's the reason i always go out cycling at night, when the city is dark and damp from the evening rain. these are the times i feel most alone; lost somewhere among the headlights and wet asphalt roads. these are the nights for my own thoughts.