Now that he's awake and he can speak, I don't know what to ask him. I struggle to think of anything, and the first question that spills from my lips is simple and ridiculous. "What kind of music do you listen to?" I query nervously. A surprised, anxious laugh splits his face into a smile, "I don't know." "How can you not know what kind of music you like?" "I've never listened to music before."///previous pinner
"Fine," Niccolo said. "The Citadel's yours, and all inside it, I wash my hands of the matter." His mind was already spinning, trying to find a way to compensate for the fact that he'd just lost his last gamble. (Electrum Children, Autumn Laisse Hathel)
Foto: Thobias Faldt Some mysterious photography by Sweden-based Thobias Faldt. I read an interview with him where he talked about not wanting to look at a photo immediately after shooting it. The strong feelings of taking the photo then become attached to it, and he feels they can only become “pictures” when those feelings aren’t associated.