Someone said, everything is sacred, and I agree. Everything, every micro event, which happens noticed or not, is also part of reality.
Personally I like to remember the different places in the world where I took a bus, seeing individuals without any euphoria but sober, taking their directions with the most unknown ideas in their heads. I like to remember the small markets I entered, the almost endless non famous streets I walked, the vendors selling all sorts of accessories and clothes on the sidewalks, in sun or snow. The tracks, the fields, the squares, the boulevards. They are so distinct, perhaps irrelevant to you, but they exist, they harbor life and bear witness, albeit little and in silence, to my wanderings.
Daily. 06/10/2021
By Luciano Camilo.