Reflective

Passageway through a looking-glass. Watch out, the walls might catch you. Run fast, and you might get free. Believe, and the raven might be waiting. In there, somehow.


Stavanger, Norway, May 2011.
The novel Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell just came to mind.

“It is these black clothes,” said Strange. “I am like a leftover piece of funeral, condemned to walk about the Town, frightening people into thinking of their own mortality.”

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