Turquoise

When we’re moving, walking, watching, driving, how do we breathe? European Summer road diary. Back-and-forth with friends, music, Super8, video, poems. It’s an inner travelling hard to finish and give, because that kind of ‘catches’ doesn’t stop itself. As life is unrecordable, I play and replay reflections at many fps (frames per second - or second frames).

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