Showing posts with label fog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fog. Show all posts

28.4.20

Aquell dia tot era gris. La gent mirava les seves coses, distrets.

No havia cap nexe en comú entre cap d'aquells éssers: tot era individual, atomitzat.

Velocitat. Pals d'electricitat passaven per davant. Els cables pujaven i baixaven; pujaven i baixaven; 

pujaven i baixaven...

Vaig arribar. 

Ciutat coberta de boira..., túnel que no acaba mai. 



microstructures by a confined present: túnel que no acaba mai, _inèrcies, 2020

22.4.20

lost

lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ _lost _lost _lost _lost _lost lost 
lost
lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_



microstructures by a confined present: lost, inercies_,2020



29.1.19

really, people don't change...

En el fondo, las personas no cambian... Y mañana, la niebla lo cubrirá todo.

photography: "really, people don't change", kodachrome transparency and text by inèrcies_

4.9.17

The fog

They were walking towards the dark side. One of them sang this song...

This only can be a nightmare,
a confused dream
a painful travel
without sense, without destiny.

It only could be a nightmare,
a trap without doors
where dark feelings lives
where you have all and nothing.

This vision, this confusion,
this misperception: the grey
sorrow falling on my 
shoulder: thoughts under the stars.

It only was a nigthmare,
an unwanted visitor in a one-way trip.
A nonsense map.
And lost in this dark..., the fog.

And the people around, laughing and floating, told him he has to stop drinking.

photography: "fog", kodachrome transparency and text by © inercies_