15 January 2013

The road

«The sound of his paced footsteps echoed on the empty street like a heartbeat. In the dark pavement, scattered pools of water reflected the surrounding reality like pieces of broken mirrors. In that fragmented reality he could clearly distinguish the dim lights shining through the windows, behind which, endless stories of anonymous people like him, were unfolding.»
                                                         by Raquel R. in Short Story number 4
«Not all those who wander are lost.» 

                                          Sabine Weiss - Vers la lumière, Paris, 1953

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