a homeless with a vision of home

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A corpse of somebody who once was alive or maybe still is and have you ever been so near a person you could hear them swallow? Or seen castles vanishing in the sand time by time the more strangers pass by? I never tried to sit and watch theirs lives. However this main street to our hotel I passed daily when modelling the CELINE campaign SS20.

Now I’m nearing him; see beauty to my feet and hope in this situation. My hands touch his. I am moved, touched, alive. Are you (?) I gently push your heavy corpse. You must be heavier than me, I think. Then I say it aloud bc I don’t want to keep secrets from you. You make a sound or is it my imagination? I’m not sure what I feel but now the touch which at very first felt mysteriously sacred somewhat untouchable turns to feel trusted, deep, rooted, right. My hand is at the right place and we succeed moving towards motion. Now I can clearly see your fingers moving. 


Am grateful tho all I wish is you to be gone, gone somewhere else, far from here