2 Aug 2022

Taking off and landing and feeling serene, finally, your finale. I have fallen under the city’s strange charm, a liquid tourism that floats, floats, takes a long nap. Some places don’t make sense while others do. This one is both. This place is everything, a new world.

In an open square of Amsterdam, a shopping cart with a little red pennant A hanging off of it stands on the left side of the image. People pass through the sunlit square, in front of a wooden wall that says “And a new world appears” as a bird flies in front of it and leaves a shadow.

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