Saturday 2, April 2011
13.15: I go out in the streets, with an urge to live the city once again after a long period of living in it without paying any attention. I think I want to explore once again its sound and fury, its stillness and its movement. But I quickly lose interest in the urban paysage. What is there to look at?
15.30: A feeling of suffocation and a need to escape the violence of a place enduring a perpetual and aggressive change.
16.10: I turn my camera towards the sky with a simple thought in my head: « Rien ne se perd, rien ne se crée, tout se transforme ».
It is all still here. Even if you can't see it.
The original route can be traced here.