W A I T I N G
Keep it. For a moment, endlessness.
The waiting trains drive our lives from dawn till dust, without omination. You just wait there, awaiting the gift of access to thoughts and emotions locked away, somewhere.
That slow recovering of future memories dip into your glass while the past evaporates, fast. Always fast. The cycle repeats itself ad eternum until that day. The mirror in that submersible morning is talking to you, the time stops for a millisecond, enough, and you know it by now.
You, who always valued more the addition of feeling and thinking, killing the viewings with imminent lights, see.
Splendor in the grass. Hasenheide park, Berlin, Germany, Fall 2014. Absence on a red bench.
Teresa. Croix-Rousse, Lyon, France, Fall 2012. Unknown person reading on a bench with a view to the Rhone.
Taschenlampe. Rixdorf, Berlin, Germany, Summer 2012. Courtyard in Rixdorf waiting for the eternal gardener.
Queen Mary. O Grove, Galicia, Spain, Summer 2012. Docked on the shore.
Viper. Mlini, Dalmatian coast, Croatia, Summer 2014. The words you never said.
Shoals of Avalon. Richardstrasse, Berlin, Germany, Summer 2013. It was a cold day end of July, the rain did not stop at all, we sat at the edge of the shoal and watched the sea from faraway lands. Heading there.
Lola. Wroclaw (Breslau), Poland, Spring 2016. Stay on the line Lola, wait for the procession to pass by.
Insectageddon. Altleiningen, Germany, late Autumm 2015. When Coleoptera are gone many chances are gone.