Can’t do a thing with ashes
But throw them to the wind…
Though this heart may be in pieces now
You know I’ll build it up again and
I’ll come back stronger than I ever did before
Just don’t turn around when you walk out that door…
That’s OK
I’ll be fine
I’ve got myself, I’ll heal in time…but when you leave just remember what we had…
There’s more to life than just you
I may cry but I’ll make it through
And even though our stories at the end
I still may think of you now and then…

‘Now and Then’ by Blackmore’s Night

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Welcome to one of small series, Infinity and Beyond. All photos were basically taken at The Infinity Tunnel at World of Illusions. It’s a really noticeble work of art: it’s a corridor with mirrors instead of walls, with lots of lights inside. So when you walk through, it actually extends to infities — on both sides. Also, another infinity of possible photos. I love this one, looks like a meteorite rain. At least, to me.

I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don’t think of you
I keep falling over, I keep passing out, when I see a face like you
What am I coming to?
I’m going to melt down

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
Tonight, this is killing me

‘Black Star’ by Radiohead

I spotted this graffiti while taking part in the Amnesty International March, on one of the roadsigns. I think it looks quite interesting.

We just didn’t know
Someone there outside of heaven
Heard us down here

We couldn’t stand it here
How the people leave us longing
For something up there

Oh, why did you leave?
And why won’t you come?
And save us again?

Come back to us spiders
Come uncrush my hands
Let peace and beauty reign
And bring us love again, like you can

‘Spiders’ by Moby

This post is a reportage from the Amnesty International March in Edinburgh which was on 8th of November. The March was for the human rights protection and was emphasised on closing the Guantanamo Bay. All the protesters were mostly from James Gillespie’s High School, years S4 and higher. The whole procession went from the Princess Street Gardens (the galleries square) to the US embassy and then back again.

The reportage itself is without commentaries, I think photographs would speak for themselves.

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Our old heating oven.