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Insomnia. It gets dark and I go from sleepiness to insomnia: rebel sleeplessness fighting against time. I dream awake, my eyes open. I fix the look to explore and face to myself, and what I see through the eyes turn into ideas..
..Could we interpret photography as an exercise of different attitudes throw into the intellectual rootless of the senses? Rootless understand in the way of Virginia Woolf in The Waves: I am rooted but I flow. We cast off, we remove our bonds and we throw ourselves into the uncertain existential journey like young Livingstones.