dissolving squares

walking in any kind of day, moving ourselves from a point to somewhere...
it is funny to wonder when you feel your body so heavy in sunday afternoon what does it make it move... i was scrolling in a dazy paris afternoon through some pictures from seoul and i was playing this game:





the orange lady (?) , i think she is brought around by her eyes , she is pulled by her look through the meanders of markets and alleys , she is surely going to make it home

these two are certainly pulled by something less physical, one portable phone maybe, one is already talking the other one probably is probably reharsing the last call (or maybe just thinking about his fiancée), anyway they seem just to be passing there and their thoughts floating in the air above...

these two , well i cannot see them , i think they have an old story and just bring the memories around .... i think it is the weight of their head that brings them around, to shed the tiny particles of their memories around so they can become less dense , that is how pictures turn to sepia and paper so thin , everything ages, beautifully

well this one is certainly pulled by her sharp , amazing dashing beautiful nails and long fingers, so harmonious and made to cut throgh the summer air that the energy they have waves back to the rest of the body and opens up that captivating smile

run rabbit run , i cannot tell, maybe she is just thinking what am i doing for dinner tonite ???