songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
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)

some call me gone, some call me here
© Tiergarten, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Some call me gone / Some call me here / None’re wrong / None’re near / I am right now / I am back then / I will return / Don’t ask me when (Joe Pug)

I could be where you are near & just forget where I am lost
© Neue Nationalgalerie, Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

If just that weather-beatin’ plane was here / Haven’t seen it since I came / Can only wonder if it’s near or in the skies / When this damn city sounds the same / And sometimes I’m just a tangle in this trampled wheat / Shirk a-like a losing dog / If just tonight that [...]