The absent man
We all return one day to these places of memory, where all those who are absent live
I'm walking when I come across a kind of absence, a specter of someone who is no longer present, in the present. In the place that their body has vacated, a kind of ghost reaches out, inviting my imagination to an encounter with a past time.
My imaginary journey ends with a glimpse, a figure I have never seen and therefore cannot kn…
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