So here we are, stuck with each other, looking at us in silence. Civilization of autism, each with its headphones, caressing the toy with the fingertips, which is supposed to connect us but in the end which tear us appart. Mp3, tablet, newspaper, book … time must be consummed…

Everyone is there, all generations, all colors, black and white pictures bring us together, they connect us. We are so different and so similar at the same time.

I like to make pictures in the subway, to surprise our loneliness, our crosses, our eyes, our lives fired along the endless corridors… This is the subway, but it is the street too.

It is a memory, yet another, flowing and I stop time once again. Why? Because it seems to me it is necessary, because I do not get tired and never get tired of that diversity.