songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
no one lives in these cities, no one but sleep
© Randers, Dänemark, 2015, Florian Fritsch

The silence of a language / Sounds like the speech of a sister / No one lives in these cities / No one but sleep (Andreas Spechtl)

before all the days are gone & darker walls are bent and torn
© Kopenhagen, Dänemark, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Rivers that run anywhere / Are in my hand and just up the stair / Past the eyes of those who care / Who can never be / Alone (Jackson C. Frank)

maybe I ought to go to just where I don’t know
© Güntzelstr., Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

And I’ve been talking about love just talking / And it seems like I don’t get nowhere / So maybe I ought to go / To just where I don’t know / But it looks to be / Other than here (Jeffrey Foucault)