week.end.in a seashell.

friday:

changing


outside

inside

around.
in everything.

saturday:

back to the future

by bus
in turism and self-discovery
around my london























































on foot
in me
around
its
- my own -
camden













































and in its old
- my new -
space and nest of mine.

sunday:

calm and comfort

given
























taken
























































and shared.

















at the end
of the end
of the week,
from the flower picked from the floor
at its beggining
- left there
with no wind or care,
kept as a souvenir
in a diary that does not take count of the past -,
this (re)birth,
nurtured in water: