Hotel.
The place I was staying. I was very tired. The light was so bright and I had a headache.
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Jewel.
Something unique I found in a mall. But not just the jewellery, but the hand that holds it. What an inhuman way to hold something, but also kind of symbolic.
Dark Tokyo.
I love these neighbourhoods. Tokyo has so many people, yet it’s never hard to find a quiet spot. Even without humanity, it feels so human.
I don’t know.
I really don’t know how I got here. Or even where this is. Or why I took this picture. I’m baffled.
Remnant of an evergreen.
Just a little speck from a tree that I found on concrete while out on a walk at night. That one little piece of a tree, tiny.
The walk home.
I generally love nights. They’re always my favourite time of day. And my favourite thing to do during nights is to go for a walk and enjoy the vibes.
Two apartment buildings.
More are coming. Towers of glass. Because that’s what Vancouver does.
Life from dirt.
That’s always been the amazing thing about plants. They just need dirt, sun, and water.
The clouds are coming.
The heavens above
are choked in a shroud of darkness—
not the gentle veil of night,
not the hush of holy rest,
but a ravenous, smothering gloom,
thick with withheld wrath,
quivering with hunger,
aching to break.
The clouds gather
like the howling hosts of hell,
writhing, swollen,
the very air fevered
with the stench of mankind’s sin.
They press low,
pregnant with judgment,
heavy with the weight of blood.
Their edges burn
with a pale, wasted glow—
not salvation, not mercy,
but the flicker of a dying world,
throbbing, trembling,
ripe for the feast.
Paint on a tree.
I think this was here for some construction marking. But it also made good abstract art.
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