Monday, 24 March 2014

Smoke in the City

 
The Gare St-Lazarre (1877)
 
 

Nothing is permanent, nothing is fixed. There is a freedom to disappear into the city like a vapour. Amidst the anonymity of great urban spaces; all that is solid melts into steam.
 
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