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