Diane Zillmer Photography

Encounters

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.

Madrid, 2012

Encounters.

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.