It wasn’t immediately clear where "there" was.

Peter Rukavina

Nine years ago today, Oliver, Catherine and I spent the day by the lake at an abandoned German tuberculosis sanatorium at a festival of urban art.

It was, perhaps, the zenith of our life as an adventuring team of three: there was art, music, nature, public transit, danger, whimsy.

Maximal Venn.

Image from artbase2011

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