You are walking. You don’t know how long you have been walking. Maybe for ten minutes, maybe for ages. You think the more you walk, the more you’ll forget yourself, but no. That familiar feeling never leaves you alone: You vaguely remember that once upon a time you were a human too. You had some dreams, hopes, and goals like every other person. But then, you don’t know when, something had broken deep inside you and you lost your bearings in the world. You felt like an alien who lost his individual story. Without your own words, what could you tell in this life?
Yes, you are walking. Day and night, without stopping. Sometimes the sun burns your face, raindrops fall on your head, and sometimes the snow freezes your nose. You don’t know where you are going. You leave yourself to the flow of the masses. You mingle with alien crowds. Who are they? Where the hell are they coming from? Where are they going like crazy? You observe their behaviors, you want to understand their language, you try to read their unique stories that bind them to life. You ask yourself what they have that you don’t have.
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This series is about a storyless man who steals others’ stories. These photographs are about an alien searching for his own story with a camera just like Diagones who is searching for honest man with a lamp in his hands.
