It’s a city of ghosts, of pale shadows with their blood diluted by never-ending rain. It muffles all sounds with thick fog mixed with vapors of the marshes the city is built upon. It’s a city of twilight, of subdued lamp lights unable to compete with omnipresent winter darkness. You...
Basilica Holy Mother Eleusa (Gracious) in Old Nesebar (Bulgaria). 6th century AD.
I like to tell stories. Mostly not with words. Because of all the stories the most important are untold ones. Hints of unspeakable, well hidden secrets, shadows of half forgotten memories are too subtle and too quick to be put into words.