Nina Hartmann - Damned for all time

Night starts early as possible, sipping wine at 5 pm. Midnight passes by, wasted hours, disordered perception. Morning falls in soft blue light, see the sun-rise, still awake. People start their day, you're still celebrating night. Mid-day comes, shaky, still sleepless hanging around with friends, love, forgotten moments. Evening again, the circle closes, the serpent bites his own tail to unite night with night, exclude daily-life. I don't know her life, I don't know how she spends her days, but this is the kind of feeling I get when looking her pictures while collecting my own memories from the past few years.

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