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几年的照片，北漂的我，
记录了一些街头照片。
那是人生中最黑暗的一段时光，当时相机是唯一的语言。
很像表达一些东西，一些关于彷徨 孤独 快乐的东西。
北漂很苦，不只是物质上
当时的生命就想被什么压着的，迫切需要一个出口
后来，我离开了
随后几年，骑了趟西藏，又骑了趟内蒙，搭车去了新疆，
又背包走了周边几个小国家
如今，我也会感到孤独，但是，我已经不那么痛了
评论 3 :
Wanderlast
冷风Flee
摊主。