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i am a stranger here

i am a stranger here


I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream. But I feel all the powers of the universe whirling within me.
– Nikos Kazantzakis


The earth I tread on is not a dead inert mass. It is a body, has a spirit, is organic, and fluid to the influence of its spirit—and to whatever particle of the spirit is in me.
– Henry David Thoreau


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the first in a new photographic series – travelling to the ends of each of the london underground lines and documenting what i find.

yesterday: cockfosters