sexta-feira, 23 de março de 2018

Framing in a Frame

A space without name. A desert where some tin and wood constructions emerge along the side of the road. A lost landscape waiting for someone to stop for a coffee before heading off. A departures place. The mystery and echo of loneliness in the distance. Two or three figures spy the traveler. On the horizon of the open window of an abandoned car comes a man with one leg and supported by crutches. I think of David Lynch and shot remembering "Paris Texas" soundtrack .

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