Rows of tall, windowless buildings enclose a desolate street. All of their lines are rigid and clean; there is no garbage or dirt on any surface. A warm but dim light of indistinct origin causes their shadows to stretch unnaturally and assume a color darker than midnight. An observer, his mind swollen and stale, props his heavy body against a building in order to concentrate. A silent mob drags a woman's limp body across the street in front of him. Her shirt rips exposing her breasts. This moment exerts pressure on the observer. He turns his gaze to a nearby tree. Its growth, a gesture invisible to his eyes, but persistently present, suggests alternative counsel. His fatigue is overwhelming. At such junctures a man determines how to dedicate his life. |
