3 thoughts on “Night photography: The loneliness of waiting to be crushed”

  1. “Born in the U.S.A. [...]”

    “Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
    Out by the gas fires of the refinery
    I’m ten years down the road
    Nowhere to run, ain’t got nowhere to go”

    “[...] Born in the U.S.A.”

    Love this song;)

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