There are places where there is almost nothing to see
There are places where there is nothing but space and time
The time of a stop the space empties, those who have arrived have already left in an incessant movement of filling-emptying
A somewhat absurd well-being arises from the non-presence
A place made to be crossed and not looked at
From 2018 to 2022 I crossed Castile by car, stopping regularly at gas stations. These quasi-deserted spaces whose limits merge with the landscape make me think of non-places, these purely functional and anonymous platforms like airports, car parks or supermarkets. People meet there without communicating and one often experiences a feeling of emptiness and lack of meaning. It is this impression that I wanted to convey by photographing moments when there was no one, in fact most of the time in this immense agricultural plain with very few inhabitants. In a sort of “archaeology of the future”, these ghost stations seemed to me to be taken from a science fiction or post-disaster film in which pumps, gantries and signposts would have become the totems of a civilization. disappeared, that of our carbonaceous world.