Macerated by the day and the night, wrapped in the mists of the almanacs that are about to end, the shadows walk across the city where I live.
They are people who come and go from one abyss to another, from the certainty of birth to the incognito of time to come.
Withered, shrunk, their figures cut out against the apparent happiness of the other pedestrians, they are men looking for an answer at random.
A man, a city, a country, a world that is disintegrating.
July 29 2012
