We actually intended to enter the sports hall... but the stuff one floor above was way more exciting... memories of a stranger, a collector, who could not throw anything away... memories of touch, volatile odours...
Traces of sex when having a closer look... an arousing atmosphere.
I am Mic - a hunter-gatherer of the metropolis. My stomping ground ist Northrhine Westfalia, my centre of life is the deep west, who'll go on this journey with me? (pics taken 09/2005)