I walk fast as if I was trying to avoid being noticed or remembered…
Somewhere in me a memory that I can not gather. (song)
Here i am with my camera that refuses to work. All I could do is to shoot with my phone and listen to music.
She is working again, spent sometimes fixing it. After all it is the only camera I can trust.
She stopped again. she failed me…
Like a lost dog holding his missing poster. Just to be sure, to be sure everyone knew just how lost he was. (song)
A friend sends me a song ”it takes a lot to know a man”…
I am not myself until it hurts.
If you’d never left these streets, you had me worried! so worried, that this would last, but now I’m learning, learning that this will pass. (song)
Still trying to find a reason, still trying to find a home, just some place to spread my things, a place from where I can run. (song)
You’re speeding too fast, slow down.
Slow down, you’d better slow down, slow down. (song)
It is almost rush hour… bring on your fight and gossip Algiers.
I dont even know what I am doing here.
Full sidewalks. It seems to be a freak show where I feel to be the only freak.
Relationship with city status: complicated.
My city shines with a yellow light, not from sun rays, but more from a light bulb in a lonely room.
Do you see me?
I prefer my city empty and quiet.
I am not from here, neither from there.