I spy…
a bench,
a citizen.
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I spy…
a bench,
a citizen.
To observe is to concentrate on looking.
It is a passive effort.
It is to be in order to receive.
“What’s up”.
“Good morning”.
Grimace.
“Hi”.
I wander.
I wonder, where are you going?
Strangers
look familiar.
I observe your pause, your walk.
On a bench, there is
time.
Coming together by choice.
If you look, you’ll find.
Shared
borrowed spaces.
To all mothers.
Places themselves.
Pauses
“Let’s sit
and go through it”.
in urban life.
pace
pace
pace
Space
pace
The city is like a canvas.
Everything you see
is real.
To play is to explore is to observe.
Today
is a
Monday
in
Barcelona
Was.
Walked.
Went.
I observe habits, routines, customs,
generations.
I re
collect you.
Benches are
placed places.
I play a game of
imagining your story.
To sit is to
object.
Each photo is
the conscious capture
of an instant.
How does the body behave in the city?
Public
inhabited elements.
“Sit down, I cannot see”
Contemplate
without judging.
Have a good trip.
View
point.
View
er.
Faithful members.
Improvised stop.
Have con
tact.
Friendship is
affection born and strengthened with contact.
The city looks back at me.
Images, like people,
are in dialogue.
This is an archive.
Ask the city.
Does FaceTime count
as meeting a friend?
Wait
Wait
Wait
Try going home
by a different path.
Keep (oneself) company.
Where do you look when you walk?
Hands endure,
support,
guide,
speak.
They move out.
This man
has sat down
to fold his handkerchief.
Sitting is gathering.
With or without
company.
“I’ll wait for you
at our usual bench”.
There are different ways of inhabiting a bench.
People who sit on the end
and people who sit in the middle.
Empower(ed) imagination.
People no longer ask for directions.
Eye, seat.
I sit.
Gestures like these make up my walk.
With my eyes I go.
With words I return.
It happens in the city.