For an unknown series of cascade events you find yourself there.
In short, you don't understand why, But you find yourself there.
You have already been there in exploration, in patrol, in design and in production… the alibi ended. What are you looking for? What does that place want from you?

Because those two chairs?
And why that hanging door, penzolante, sbieca, supported, steering wheel… ?
And the two hangers? Rossi!

It is perhaps my mirror, It is perhaps a metaphor of me or it is trivial charm and fascination.

Mystery.

Obsessions.

Thanks to Veronica Puma for the shot

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For a series of unspecified events you find yourself there.
Well, you don’t understand quite well why, but you find yourself there.
You’ve already been in exploration, on patrol, in projecting and production … now alibis are over. What do you still look for? What do that place want from you?

Why those two chairs?
And why the door hanging, dangling, slanting, resting, flying …?
And the two hangers? Reds!

Maybe it is a mirror of myself, maybe it’s a metaphor of me or it’s banal charm and fascination.

Mysteries.

Obsessions.

Thanks to Veronica Puma for the click.