Some cities don’t hide the chaos. They wear it openly like memory. Berlin walls still talking. GM Nostr. ⚡

Berlin skies. Heavy clouds. Small openings of light. Europe always feels like it’s remembering something. GM Nostr. ⚡

gm feeling like: Long legs. Small brain

My first zombie. Monday morning. Grey clouds with a little sunlight breaking through. Coffee on the table. Tiny horrors in progress. GM Nostr. ⚡

GM Nostr. Sunday morning. Rain outside. Coffee ready. About to paint my first zombie. Strange little rituals help keep the darkness away.