Today’s search for beauty. My labor was in vain.
It all happened in Lichtervelde. Catholic village.
Nous sommes tous obligés, pour rendre la réalité supportable, d’entretenir en nous quelques petites folies.
Marcel Proust
Le seul véritable voyage ne serait pas d’aller vers de nouveaux paysages, mais d’avoir d’autres yeux.
Marcel Proust ; La prisonnière (Posthume, 1925)
High summer – Flander’s exiles.
My tuesday.
Happening without significance.
Cycling around. Looking at the world in black and white.
Real Flanders.
Real red devil, feeling blue at the bottom.
Roeselare, stationsbuurt.
A volte ci scambiamo parole e cementiamo addi.
Giancarlo Stoccoro
Tutta la varietà, tutta la delizia, tutta la bellezza della vita è composta d’ombra e di luce.
All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.
(Tolstoj)
Just colors. No philosophical thoughts today.
All aspects of today: eat, drink, rest, risk.
Playtime
It happens now. Just walking 352m.
Save the red army.
(blue skies in Flanders)
Laus stultitiae.
Ave atque vale.
Brugge, I guess.
Selection of collective anaesthesia, part 2.
Selection of collective anaesthesia.