Patterns of anger

Curves/color balance edited in ps.

I was strolling through the park listening to Venetian Snares' [i can't even write the album title correct ]. Oh, this music makes my imagination move. Anyway - it's an old wooden church in the park. The smell around it is always the same - just like in childhood. Some things just never change.

Title came because something happened today and it awaken my forgotten anger. I don't like this feeling.