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The subway's got the heat, the beat, and the time held prisoner and it reminds me of a hungarian photographer, Iosif Kiraly. At the end of late work days, after too much coffee, the memories of the morning trip by train mix with memories of the evening before and, (besides wondering what was that horse doing there?!), i can see the same space on overllaped times. Past and present, included in the same still image, with different characters sharing the same space but never the same time. I think Kiraly's exhibition- showing that image- would be a nice (but too explicit) visual guide to Paul Guimard's "Le Havre": sometimes, some people use the exact same road and could share the same destiny, only they're split irremediably by a few moments. To me, that's like an asimptotic curve of what is perpetually "about to happen", which makes future seem very tangible. It sells me the illusion that i can be in control.
Anyway. Subway is prolly my oldest friend. Oldest-est-est. Ten years ago, i used to judge people from the train by looking at their shoes. You know. How could you overlook the shape, the blunt edges, the unique way theyre beeing bent. I remember i used to glance at their faces too, right before getting off the train and suprisingly, a lot of the times, people's faces gave off the same impression as their shoes. Now, what would eddie izzard say about that.
Anyway. Subway is prolly my oldest friend. Oldest-est-est. Ten years ago, i used to judge people from the train by looking at their shoes. You know. How could you overlook the shape, the blunt edges, the unique way theyre beeing bent. I remember i used to glance at their faces too, right before getting off the train and suprisingly, a lot of the times, people's faces gave off the same impression as their shoes. Now, what would eddie izzard say about that.