“To floating clouds that never rest, never settle down my heart is like these days” Eizō Yamamoto.
It’s not about taking pictures to show what you see but to discover what you see. We grope, the approximate approach, without knowing whether we are going to discover the world or just ourselves. We’re leaving, simply. We pass, we wander, we go, here and there. Without conscience, without direction, without wanting to understand anything. To walk to wear oneself, to slowly fade and to cross the lives of others, which has been reduced to distant, vague and familiar shapes at the same time. A gentle detachment to get closer to emptiness. Some of these travels are related to these journeys, like the pieces of a dream already far away.
