songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
across this pretty lonesome town
© Berliner Straße, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Tired of taking solo walks / Across this pretty lonesome town / And always ending up so fucked / Every time that we go out (Rivulets)

we walked to the front door like a rock ’n’ roll band
© Schöneberg, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

And the heat from the asphalt / It was liquid and dancing / And we walked to the front door / Like a rock ’n’ roll band (Jeffrey Foucault)

we real cool
© Omer Avital, Wolfsburg, 2015, Florian Fritsch

We real cool. We / Left school. We / Lurk late. We / Strike straight. We / Sing sin. We / Thin gin. We / Jazz June. We / Die soon. (Omer Avital, poem by Gwendolyn Brooks)