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23 days more.
In 24 days I will unpack my road again. Like a map of desires, dreams and amorphous regions, black spots, waiting for my mind, my heart and my abjection to discover.
Two more tattoo sessions to survive.
A vernissage. Hopefully not puking on my pictures, like I feel, now, edgy.
Visiting my family again.
Saying goodbye to all my loved. To all the people who made this unforeseen move on the road, on my map, worth to live and to love.
23 days more.
I am the luckiest guy on this earth.
Wandering in between.
Save the lost – fuck the planet!