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There’s a hole in the world
Like a great black pit
And the vermin of the world
Inhabit it
And its morals aren’t worth
What a pig could spit
And it goes by the name of London
(Sweeney Todd - No Place Like London)

//In these once-familiar streets
I feel a chill of ghostly shadows everywhere

oh the beauties of urban night life. urban but without a 'big' in front of the 'city'. the beauties of being alone on the street, in the darkness, and still feeling safe. the beauties of discovering things in the little light you have and cherishing the beauties of what your senses discern.

photo taken October 2008 in bouillon, belgium, edited with adobe ps2 9.0

Description
There’s a hole in the world
Like a great black pit
And the vermin of the world
Inhabit it
And its morals aren’t worth
What a pig could spit
And it goes by the name of London
(Sweeney Todd - No Place Like London)

//In these once-familiar streets
I feel a chill of ghostly shadows everywhere

oh the beauties of urban night life. urban but without a 'big' in front of the 'city'. the beauties of being alone on the street, in the darkness, and still feeling safe. the beauties of discovering things in the little light you have and cherishing the beauties of what your senses discern.

photo taken October 2008 in bouillon, belgium, edited with adobe ps2 9.0