Vanwege Fragmentarische Aard (102) (Because of a Fragmentic Nature (102)

Let’s play a little mind game.

Let’s pretend the hand at the poster in the shopping window actually belongs to a real person.
The palm of his hand feels the heat of the moment.
A man of flesh and blood is passing in the mirror.
I take the photograph.
Some old story of solitude is exploding in my head.

(Yeah, and sometimes street life is just a kind of stage set for a shopping window, or the other way round)
Up: Amsterdam. 12/4/15 4.11 pm
Under: Amsterdam. 12/4/15 2.13 pm