Lunetă by Maria Zugravescu

What are those people doing over there? Who are they? Sometimes I see snapshots of multiple lives flicker across rooms. Pink rooms and green rooms. Yellow rooms and empty rooms. Broken furniture on balconies and sometimes people. Smoking or watching back.

Processed fragments of the days that go by in my neighbourhood. Young and old alike. People I may never meet but still I watch.

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