Non-Places

Ode to Summer

Ode to Summer

Drawing things with your hands, outside the car windows, the warm wind touching you like a long-lost lover. Sleeping in my bed, wearing my short-sleeved pyjamas or my favourite t-shirt and my nickers. Sleeping with the windows wide open. Sleeping.…

Why I travel

Why I travel

I travel because I need to remind myself that normality does not exist: the points of view are by definition partial, and we all follow unstable, crazy and changeable trajectories. I leave to remind myself that nothing is absolute and…

36 windows

36 windows

They decided to paint the walls in their flat. A bin full of brushes leans against the second window of their balcony on the first floor. They will use this change to make a change. They washed all the curtains…