The woman of no return.

Thought I’d found them… But no. I'm standing. My body lie, but still I roam. And they are death. Bad deaths. Deaths not worth thinking about, and so I don't, as I wander these tunnels, lost, waiting to run out of oxygen.

The woman of no return keeps wandering.

🏔 Monti Sibillini. Meraviglia.

🎧 Migration Feathers. General Elektriks.

lakes tour

My trip. I began in Castel San Vincenzo, Molise.

Three regions, a lot of villages, green, colours, black, blue, stars, tents, trees, stones, cows, sheeps, wolves, roe deer, foxes, cats, holes, solids, voids, empty and full spaces, and in the middle of all this there's me and my need to know more, to get out, to always travel… again and again. I found out lakes have nothing to envy to the crowded seas.

I finished it in Guardialfiera, Molise.

August. September 2021.

Openings

The windows from which I looked at the world are not enough. I want to look (for) again and again.

🎧The outsider. Blur.