Leaving my quarentine city
Leaving my quarentine
I woke up and got badly slapped by the Coronavirus pandemic reality. The virus that kills and evicts spaces that are used to being busy and in a vital swarm.
I feel alone. Have been for a while, In an overcrowded city, but this is the most desolate expression of lonileness: a city that empties and its people folds away and disappears. The desolate landscape takes me to the hospital’s corridors, where I wander in the ghostly hue. The looks I cross make me understand Some things, like understanding life only when I am photographing it, perhaps to be less alone. That communion.
I am also a ghost, but I want to go across those desolate urban settings to find a path that will take me somewhere else. A piece of life that opens up and does not close on itself.