Map
A swift, successive chain of things,
That flash, kaleidoscope-like, now in, now out,
Now straight, now eddying in wild rings,
No order, neither law, compels their moves,
But endless, constant, always swiftly roves.
Alice Dunbar-Nelson - 1875-1935
Afterwords
I have been taking pictures around different cities daily for decades now.
Suddenly, everything starts looking as a map of a place that has no definite name or belonging. 
The rhythm of the crowd, loneliness, fascination, and tiredness melt together in a swirl.
Many of us experienced some sort of isolation during the pandemic from the daily grind and this looks like a diary about celebration and escape. 
As the act of shooting in the streets is changing for me, photographs are memory and photocopy of the daily life experience itself.
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