This place was a very popular bar ten years ago. It was called Bill’s Bar, and used to be home for a variety of kinds of people who didn’t have a better place to be at night. You’d see at that time a lot of punks, metalheads, drunks, beggars, all of them just looking for something cheap to drink at weekends night. But now, as you can see, this place is closed, just part of someone’s memories.
Also, there was normal people there, like me, because this place was to be like a meeting place. There are other bars in this street, with a even more variety of people and groups, each one too much different from others.
I believe that what happen there is something as: “Ok, I’ll don’t bother you, so you’ll don’t bother me and we can be at the same place in this short period of time”.
Although, is different when the doors are going to be closed, and we realize that we have to move on.
Reading in airplanes.
Another rainy day and maybe something else
Something about being ready when the right moment comes.
Lets take a walk, outside (in the park)
"The Eye Museum"
Sometimes random shapes are cool
Let's take a walk