Drømmeren

It was said that a peculiar man was at times seen in the window of the small treehouse. But no one had ever really confirmed it.
Only had people heard the sounds of a flute playing, interrupted occasionally by crunchy cereal chewing noises.

But who believes in rumors anyways..

The gas stations were left empty. The larger oil companies went bankrupt because nobody was driving on gas anymore.

Abonded gas stations turned into havens for graffiti artists, seeking a solitude to spray paint.

With only a flock of birds as company, the graffiti artists would give a new life to these old gas stations.

More life.