Vanishing Point X Brooklyn




Based this post and composition on the bewildering and mysterious Westworld Season 2 Episode 9 of HBO's critically acclaimed sci-fi drama. As I was aligning the busy road below I saw the leading line and knew I had a good shot at hand and pulled the trigger.


"Do I have a choice? Were any of these choices ever truly mine to begin with?"

Jun 22, 2018

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