The composition of the surroundings is ancient and indecisively absorbs reality. The neighborhood is surrounded by orchards, abandoned land, factories, factory ruins, workers' houses, mansions, schools, iron tracks, and a cemetery.

If I don't clean the windows for a few months, a filter is created, which makes the landscape less shiny. I listen to the radio and look for a piece of paper with things written on it. I clean the windows.

On certain days you do not know what should be done. Along the way I find many stones, walls and medlars. I keep watching the few things that move until I decide to go somewhere else.

There is a moment when all the street lamps light up, slowly illuminating with meaning. Memory exists but remains discreet in a room where the TV is on.

Julieta do Vale, 2012