A deserted city, but I think there’s someone else here besides me.
I wander through the empty streets, sleepless, feeling gazes on my neck. Human or the security cameras? To be seen or just observed, has the difference been blurry for a long time? Shadows play in the corners, as if someone is secretly waiting there, just as alone as you and I am.
Walking through the streets with music in my ears, rhythm in my stride, new beginnings and spring in my nose. But the feeling of emptiness doesn’t completely vanish. Yes, this city exists - mainly inside of me - and it seems that it is increasingly pushing itself into the exterior, into the physical form of metropolitan loneliness.
Nachtstücke: Final project, 2014