In a Deeper Road
It’s often dark. Everyday, like an automaton, I drive blindly on this road, without knowing where to. From its steel glass cage, the eye slips on the asphalt, perceiving and picking up contradictory signs, drawing me to an always deeper road. Here is perpetuated the ordinary alienation of a car-driver, the journey into the meander of a collective loneliness and the fog of a latent detention. O.B.