Lost frames of an image that are inevitably recorded in one’s head .
The abstraction of light due to abnormal rhythm of movement .
A parameter of time translated to fit the sloth of human comprehension.
The space where you fear to lose your balance .
It feels fatal.
The lost frames between one moment and another .
The image that you’ll never know you saw.
A way to express a change of rhythm .
The guilty party for never feeling the present .
The lack of focus.
Παρασκευή 27 Φεβρουαρίου 2009
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