Your memory went to walk this morning, taciturn, through the streets of the city. he was looking for a corner to sit down to die, a song that ripped him out of existence or maybe a look that buried him deep in my mind. He decided then to wander as the sun rose, thinking that perhaps the new day would finally erase it from the face of the earth.
Original photography and text by Michel Camacaro
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