Photography Bucharest is dead





Not a sound, not a step, not a soul on the streets. Silence: the sound of extinction. Everything stands idle, abandoned. Monstrously overgrown weeds seizing hold of the deserted buildings. The drama is completely quiet—and unspeakable.
I am the only one left, the only survivor and I'll be posting this to my blog.
Do not attempt a rescue.
I repeat: do not rescue me from this dead Bucharest. Because I like it.
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ODWGOOG:
post apocalyptic dream, love it, congrats