For a year I lived in an old House and I fell in love with the Opposite House. I looked at the lighted windows in the night.
At a certain point I thought that my Doppelgänger lived here, in an apartment, because I used to see her typing at the computer every night.
So I took these pictures out of my window, but without any “appointment”, as a wish to stop time, to stop memories.
A House and his life.
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