Those Who Remain

Solitary people form long queues, walking, like an endlessly flowing human river. I penetrate this vast swirling urban theater. Shouldering the weight of my past, I wander these narrow lanes, these deafening boulevards. Searching for meaning. Only the voices of Thom York (Radiohead), Jacques Brel and Bashung intrude on the present. The rest is solitary, intimate, visceral experience.
William Guidarini