Words (Between The Lines of Age)

When i entered 495 East Highway, my eyes opened to the infinite red pine tree, on each side, that crowed city behinds me, like the dust on my car, disappeared in the wind. Concentrating, that's all i am, looking to the front, holding the wheel, speeding up... I'm glad i'm out of somewhere other than the city, i didn't miss this, just by watching those leaves, on the tress, by the sideway, in the wind.

Me, minicooper, east highway, in the autumn of 2009, i am glad i made it
all by me.

Chelsea piers

Lately, my only contact to the world, is this stranger opposite who answers me with the same music, who is he? what is he like? one morning I set out to find him, but i changed my mind. It's better not to know ... and to imagine. A loner like me...

Everything happened so fast! The suspicious pain, my persistence in wanting to find out... to know... and then the darkness, the silence around me, the silence.

Everything seemed to say that before the winter was over, with the ethereal silhouettes of the ships, outlined against a sudden break in the clouds, lovers strolling on the water front at sunset, and the deception promise of spring. Everything seemed to say that before the winter was over, my only regret, Anna, is it my only regret? is that i never finished anything, my plan remained just that, words scattered here and there...

- Theodoros Angelopoulos, Eternity of A Day