I don’t know you
but I’m pretending I do
because I am watching you
holding her hand.
I can see your eyes tired
meanwhile
this city is running fast.
I can hear you making plans
for tomorrow’s night
with your friend.

I turn myself and you’re already gone.






*Walk (Oxford Dictionary)
move at a regular pace by lifting and setting down each foot in turn, never having both feet off the ground at once.


Sophie Calle, Suite vénitienne,  1983



































top left:
Georges Perec, An Attempt at Exhausting a Place in Paris,  1982

bottom right:
Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments, 1977




Elisabeth Tonnard, In this Dark Wood, 2013



Victor Burgin, Some cities, 1966
Arseny Tarkovsky, Poetry and Film: Artistic Kinship Between Arsenii and Andrei  Tarkovsky,  2015



Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space, 1958















Charles Baudelaire, Fleurs du mal, 1857
 Francis Alys , Seven Walks,  2005