"Either does God bare the responsibility of the madness which He gave to humans, or are humans responsible for the madness of God, who Himself crucified Himself."

Thank you to Pavel for the birthday gifts.

Which are, somehow, everything on this table.

We aestheticize onwards.

Through newfound mystical aesthetizing, Prague was found to be made up of concealed worlds, micro-aesthetic systems. Its borders are only felt if they aren't seen. Its characteristics are spiritual; there are no clear definitions, just feelings - like getting lost in the city's spiralling mazes.

The Devil visited Prague.

A bar on the corner on coordinates zero zero. An endless dark maze of trees and orange lamps. A small castle on a hill overseeing the valley. Warm cigarettes and freezing wind.

Looking down the balcomy, the trees quieted down and the Devil left with the noise.

Jítrava, alone.

It is finally colder. Morning autumn bike ride, evening analysis of Máj.
Priviliged and grateful to be able to spend time here by myself.

A reading afternoon with a view straight out of a Belle Epoque impressionist painting met with modern architecture still impressing me today with its intricate anti-flood system. Was deep in the book when an almost mystical dog, alone, quietly, suddenly appeared above me. Pointless post, good day.

Lunchmeat, Slikback

Braník morning on the way to nultá from kačka's.

riegrovy sady