The King of Harlem

Part of the idea that present remains present, even when it apparently became past.  O impresie de vara. How dissolutely summer days can just expire. With some traces to float you further in life,  some leads, in spite of apparently nothing really happening. 

2 days later. Casual dream flow.

Uploaded a couple of photos on a “find your doppelgänger” website. Tried as suggested to filter by ethnicity, shape and features of the face but very very little chance to spot any similarities. Found only one turk that had a similar stare in his eyes, but still not close enough to even suggest a (maybe)…