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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