Lignes invisibiles

The initial idea was to take a small walk around the neighbourhood. Without even noticing how, we ended up in the centre of the huge market with old objects and clothes, watching the people walking like insects so close next to each other – yes, touching themselves while walking next to each other. They would not even be aware that they would touch themselves. Their eyes would rather stick on the various objects lying down on the floor. You see in these urban markets touching others or passing them is something normal and one would expect something like that to happen even before going there. How weird this scene feels now, months later; the market is empty for days, many days. The small distances between human bodies are now a forgotten thing and even the memory of this scene of the past time feels so bizarre.

Back then we ended…

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