Diane Zillmer Photography
A fictional story about loneliness in the rushing mass of encounters that no one remembers, nor is it clear whether they took place at all.
Outside, in the city. A movement of the masses...
They stood still for a second?
Two people facing each other.
A "One should have to pay for one momentory passage into another, we would stay longer. What was your name again? I don´t remember you, but I remember your smell.
B "You remember me for an explicable reason."
A "Explicable? The repetition only. Have you ever been here before? The masses push me away, I do not remember."
Inside the closed eyes, close your eyes again as though the earth were uninhabited. Each still is a winning second. I do not remember yet, but the smell seems familiar to me.