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 that 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 understand what to do. Along the way I find many stones, walls and medlars. I keep watching the few things that move until I decide to walk to go somwhere else.
There is a moment when all the street lamps come on, slowly illuminating with meaning. Memory exists but remains discreet in a room where TV is on.
Julieta do Vale, 2012