There is this thing I have about empty spaces.When I see one with potential, and start imagining how it could look when it is filled up, with furniture and life.What I have noticed over the last years: Thinking and imagining what I said above, the blood leaves my legs and they become something between numb and prickling. I don’t know where the blood goes, to my brain hopefully.Pictured is the hallway within my now-apartment on 2007-02-20 when I visited to take some first snapshots. I had already decided I would move in then.The weird feeling came back when I looked at these photos again earlier today.

There is this thing I have about empty spaces.
When I see one with potential, and start imagining how it could look when it is filled up, with furniture and life.


What I have noticed over the last years: Thinking and imagining what I said above, the blood leaves my legs and they become something between numb and prickling. I don’t know where the blood goes, to my brain hopefully.

Pictured is the hallway within my now-apartment on 2007-02-20 when I visited to take some first snapshots. I had already decided I would move in then.
The weird feeling came back when I looked at these photos again earlier today.

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