When the world is flowing in myriads of currents, rushing somewhere, chasing someone, catching, losing, returning… back… to the start. Everything. Except the arrows on clocks and watches. They keep repeating their positions over and over again but they NEVER GO BACK. And there’s me in the middle of this motion, taking a picture and freezing it. All of it. Even the arrows of Big Ben.
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where i will be one day! i promise you
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