It’s December the 23. 2018. Midnight. I’m standing in the bathroom of my parents house brushing my teeth. It felt like nothing had changed since my childhood. Everything as usual. I turn away from the sink to the bathtub. The same boiler, the same flagging, the same shower head. Since I can remember.
Author name: Chris
Born shortly before the fall of the wall. Grew up in the deepest Bavarian forest. Tries to feel; understand life and the people around him better through photography. Follow his analog shenanigans on Instagram @christian.illing