l’edizione 11. places visited (and not yet) found this pic in this old, crusty journal i picked up at marché aux puces de la porte de vanves flea market near my new apartment in paris. the guy selling it barely looked at me, just mumbled something about the catacombs and shoved it in my hands. i thought it was a joke at first, but nah—this feels off. the figure? it’s like it’s part of the stone, holding that candle like it’s been waiting down there forever. the catacombs are already creepy—6 million skeletons (more than double the current population), endless tunnels (more than 200 miles), people getting lost and never found. but this? swear i’ve seen rocks like this before, way back in a blocked-off section i snuck into. the air was heavy, like the walls were breathing, and i noped out fast. now i’m wondering if i should’ve stayed. the candle’s glow doesn’t even make sense—it’s too alive, too steady, like it’s feeding on the dark. whatever it is, it’s not just a photo. it’s something else. something waiting.
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found this pic in this old, crusty journal i picked up at marché aux puces de la porte de vanves flea market near my new apartment in paris. the guy selling it barely looked at me, just mumbled something about the catacombs and shoved it in my hands. i thought it was a joke at first, but nah—this feels off. the figure? it’s like it’s part of the stone, holding that candle like it’s been waiting down there forever.
the catacombs are already creepy—6 million skeletons (more than double the current population), endless tunnels (more than 200 miles), people getting lost and never found. but this? swear i’ve seen rocks like this before, way back in a blocked-off section i snuck into. the air was heavy, like the walls were breathing, and i noped out fast. now i’m wondering if i should’ve stayed.
the candle’s glow doesn’t even make sense—it’s too alive, too steady, like it’s feeding on the dark. whatever it is, it’s not just a photo. it’s something else. something waiting.