City Images

Image1: It’s 05:30, I’m lying in bed, the screen of my cellular phone goes dark from. Dull gray, blue-ish light is seeping into the room through the half revealed window.

Image2: It’s just past 07:00 and I am pouring a cup of food into her plate, hidden under the outside stairs. She isn’t there.

Image3: I have just switched trains, standing in a queue of 2 waiting to use the bathroom on the train. We will soon find out that we are waiting in vain, all the bathrooms are locked on the train.

Image4: I am crossing the bridge near the train station. The highway below is wet and there are a few puddles on the bridge. Blue is replacing the clouds in the sky. I am carrying a useless umbrella in my hand. I am grateful I left my raincoat in the car.

Image5: I step in a rush into a small white car blocking traffic. Inside is a new person in my life, he is leisurely tailored, tightly wound, kind and curious. Traffic.

Image6: Dodging cars with seemingly violent intentions.

Image7: Road is either in poor shape or under construction. Shabby buildings. A wild mixture of parked of moving cars, hard to tell them apart. A huge truck is making a huge mess.

Image8: Boring buildings covered with promising logos. A horizontal Christmas cane rises to give way for privileged cars.

Image9: Glass doors, another promising logo.

Image10: Confusing winding corridors.

Image11: She is happy to see me, not into hugging, at least not with me. She is less happy to see me.

Image12: A huge black screen. A long green cable from the wall to a small laptop computer cuts the room in half. Another cable makes an effort to reach from a huge black screen to the other side of the small laptop computer. She is facing me. Curious man is on my left. Silence distant man is on her right, a bit distant.

Image13: I am talking. Funny.

Image14: I am in a train station. It feels like the train is facing away from the direction I know it is going. I am tired but composed.

Image15: She is on sitting in front of me. Between us is desk, an old desk. It never had any character, now it has the character of an old desk that never had any character. I am almost seated, some of the things I am carrying have touched a chair to my left, I am already getting up. Relief and ridicule.

Image16: He is standing next to his motorcycle, on the side of a busy road next to a busy junction, parked in the shade of a tree. He knows this spot well. His newspaper is spread on the small cargo box, he is reading and eating his lunch. This is his quiet space.

Image17: She looks tight, cool, solid, collected.

Image18: We are hugging. She feels rugged and fragile.

Image19: We are hugging.

Image20: He is vital, typing with two fingers.

Image21: So many cars, endless rivers, barely moving but very pushing, shining.

Image22: I am standing in the middle of the flood, on the phone. Please help.

Image23: Mercedes hood ornament. Clean. He has a beard, dressed in black and white. He doesn’t care if we crash into that car.

Image24: I know this junction. Almost home.

Image25: He is a soft and welcoming figure standing on the opposite sidewalk. I see him but he doesn’t see me.

Image26: He embraces me tightly. Muscles in my neck let go and my head falls to the left. I am home.

Image27: She is a gentle and quiet spirit. She is curious but also slightly suspicious?

Image28: He is a friendly and jumpy spirit. They are together.

Image29: He is holding his baby daughter.

Image30: We embrace. She pulls away.

Image31: She is anxious, wearing leprechaun green. She is happy and surprised to see me. I am surprised she is surprised.

Image32: Three sinuous shapes, moving together, each from a different universe. They are one and will never meet.

Image33: Flow within flow within flow. Gold and earth colors.

Image34: Sweet child of mine, you’ve been here all this time?

Image35: Nipples and markers.

Image36: Just plain dumb.

Image37: Soft, delicate, friendly, happy, precise face leaning in to me.

Image38: Too much bread.

Image39: Those two girls are listening to me.

Image40: She is barely visible in the shadows of the stair case. She can’t see me, she is waving goodbye, she knows I see her. She’s always known. She has faith.

Image41: She still isn’t here.