Cementiri de l'Est

18 October.

Walking around the symmetric, maze-like Old Cemetery I became very conscious of moving in space and the attendant marking of time (meanwhile a differently moving cog made itself known through mementi mori). Turning left and right, looking forward and backward, and returning, while all around the autogenous wall paintings bid me stop.

In every framing signs and traces, scenes pregnant with past events and those that are yet to happen.