Παρασκευή 27 Φεβρουαρίου 2009

Speed.

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.

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