For me it looks like a horizon lined up with mountains, where I can try to guess how things will look like when I get closer.
It looks like a place in between other places, where buildings look abandoned and inside them you find pieces of a time before us.
A broken chair, an empty flower vase, a drawing or an abandoned toy.
Evidence that other people have been here even if now they are gone.
We rarely remember things just as they are. Each one of us notice different things even when we are standing in the same room. Meaning can manifest itself in the meaningless. Becoming involuntary personal symbols, a simple expression of something we begin to understand. Repetitive and impossible to ignore.
