Nobody was on the street because of the weather, they remained home, charging batteries… in a Saturday morning. I was running alone with earplugs on, without listening to any music actually. I always do this because it makes me feel safe in my invisible bubble.
The air was so alive as if you could see it, being forced to know there is something between us… a fluid field of dry water. The faster my heart beat, the better I could hear the silence of my thoughts and somehow it felt like standing still while moving.
Why do we run?
To escape, to catch a wish, to stop time? Do we run from the people around us or from ourselves? Perhaps it’s for the joy of anticipating someone will catch… us.
What is it that we hunt nowadays and what is it that haunts us?
Or do we just want to look good naked?