Chasing rabbits down rabbit holes in foreign cities isn't the best plan of action. Lost for three hours i shot that rabbit that hobbled down the alley. Alone, cold and lost and i step into the otherworld and the rabbit hole becomes ever more alive. A lone ladder, to where? no where, to the deep blue, to the undercurrents of the Mediterranean sea. Maybe i shouldn't chase rabbits.
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