"I no longer have access to my life by the investigator who follows my tracks and did not find me" (Christophe Antara)
His life escapes him, but he escapes his life. The photo is taken in cons-diving, you can guess the photographer in the outfield, his feet cut off following the tracks, those feet that become available, we forcing us to identify this investigator. In fiction, this is real evidence that the investigator does exist. This 2 story is exciting. We are in full detective novel. New 'Indian Night' where the tracker and the hunted are the only person? Rusty soil is wet, the footprints laid before disappearing. Traces that outline a geography of the leak, which oxidizes the soil texture between the smooth and lumpy. I think the "stalker", the guide of the area in the eponymous film by Andrei Tarkosvki (among other remarkable by the incredible density of soil filmed). Yes, it Texture is a beauty - linked by obliterating, disappearance, the search for meaning. See the beautiful 78 story , the poetic title: "Notes on the Cambodian boxing after a monsoon rain" text partially lost, as the water rises as the sea reclaims its rights. Ink cons sea photo cons oblivion, solid liquid cons. Monsoon transforms a notebook in a navy enigmatic, partially legible and fully visible, resembling a Rorschach test.
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