every day a different picture. a different reel. a different discovery of the world around me.
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
They say Ouro Preto is haunted. Even the most skeptical feel their arm-hair raise, whispers on their neck. I never felt any passing spirits of the night, but I can understand why others do. The thickness of night is intoxicating. As the dusky warmth enveloped my tickled skin, I could get lost in the depths of this darkness.