aprilie 26, 2020

There must be a few out there resenting the idea of going back to normal. Long trips to work, meetings with colleagues, traffic, smoke, cancellations etc. Working from home the pressure can be even higher coping with  chores, family and work at the ‘same’ time. Out of work instead seems like an unusual thing, an impossible or even forbiden prolongued idle stretch of time. This quaranteen thing doesn’t seem too bad as long as there’s food in stores.  Give it enough time and the much dreaded shift in counsciousness is irreversible.
For the past two months the Covid-19 restrictions in movement are in place and thank to that we have a snapshot of what life could be if people thought twice before leaving their rooms. How do you like your city?
The quarantine didn’t change the picture too much for me and in the greater scheme two or three months does not seem like a very long time. Though long enough to see the uselesness of many dos we indulge in as society. But man cannot and should not sit still in one room more than necessary. Or should he? Or mustn’t he? Anyway, he mustn’t when he should and he should when he mustn’t. Wtf!?

The pandemic quarantine didn’t change much for me. Still enjoying the space of my room.

2014 found me living in a ground floor flat on a street in Brussels. An old building with wooden floors and high ceiling. The tall windows were behind a parking meter. One thin sheet of glass between the street and the sofa. Coins slided into the machine, coins rattling in the change box, ticket printed. A few seconds later the figure emerged into my lens. This was a day in july.

Brussels, july 12th 2014

Waiting place

aprilie 17, 2020

Oh, the Places You’ll Go!


“Do you dare stay out?
Do you dare go in?
And IF you go in –
Should you turn left or right?
Or right and three-quarters?
Or maybe not quite.
You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race,
Down long wiggled roads at break- necking pace
And grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
Headed I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…
For people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
Or a bus to come, or a plane to go
Or the mail to come, or the rain to go
Or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
Or waiting around for a Yes or No
Or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
Or waiting for wind to fly a kite
Or waiting around for Friday night
Or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake
Or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
Or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
Or a wig with curls…
Or Another Chance.” 

– Dr. Seuss