Can’t sleep. I go downstairs and leave the house. I walk aimlessly across the marketplace. A man stands at the window. Two men move away with paper bags. Someone looks at me. Finally an empty street. Something happens around the corner. Dark clouds appear. Light paints windows on a large wall. They seem bricked up. Someone tries to assassinate his own shadow. In a narrow lane a cautionary note warns. Suddenly I’m not alone. Someone is behind me. A photographer looks away and photographs the sky. A man goes his way satisfied. Everything is fine.
jphilipp VIDEO CAN’T SLEEPKnockin8092020-05-07T10:53:41+02:00