For a long time, I got used to staring at the unpleasant wall in front of my house from the window. There it all is: vandalism, uniform chromaticity, fear materialized in sharp fences… And I, obsessive, would be able to represent it, by hand, at an impressive level of detail. Above, the electrical pollution; in the background, the broken window… Every day I look, and every day, for years, I find the same landscape. And then I discover that, as I look up, there is a different view…
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