ironicplanecrashes
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The lights are still out
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Le Banquet, 1957 and 1958
by René Magritte
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Tokyo night view
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Iron man, Sibusiso Bheka
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ironicplanecrashes · 25 days ago
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2016
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Godzilla in Shinjuku
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Wong Kar-wai: In the Mood for Love (2000)
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By Andy Harbeck
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Light Falloff
This artwork is a tribute to nostalgia— a gentle reflection of a time and place that shaped a golden childhood.
This old building holds the soul of simpler days, where laughter echoed through cozy rooms and the scent of home-cooked meals drifted from the kitchen. It was a world filled with video games, board games, and birthday candles glowing with joy.
Homework felt like a shared adventure, not a chore, and the hum of the TV, with its clunky antenna, was the soundtrack of peaceful evenings.
Neighbors were more like extended family, and safety was so deeply felt that locked doors were almost an afterthought—only discovered to be broken the day we were leaving town.
This is more than a building; it is a memory made of warmth, innocence, and the quiet magic of being home.
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