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"We Were All Here"


“With cities, it is as with dreams: everything imaginable can be dreamed, but even the most unexpected dream is a rebus that conceals a desire or, its reverse, a fear. Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.” 

Italo CalvinoInvisible Cities

Thieves Market
My Son
Golden God
She Lay.
Morning Mosque
She Walked
Our Flag
The Street
The Cat Man of Penang
Night Market
Sun Bleach
A Different View
Urban Prayer
Look up and see the Blue
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