The Things We Think When Leaving

… they vanish to the farthest corner of the mind when we’re gone.

Crap title, but what the hell.

On a train, leaving the ex, that is Berlin. Thanks for having me. I’ll be back. Below are some images of my way out. The last one is moi mirrored in the train window. It’s a nice good-bye to myself. From Berlin.

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