I am a walker.
I walk the hills
I walk the woods
I walk the beach
But most of all I walk in the city.
I am a walker - then, at least, I am something.
But I am more than that. I am a watcher.
Of the hills
of the woods
of the beach
But most of all I watch the city.
As the only one in a crowd I stand still
watching everybody else moving.
Every one is an individual with each his pain
each her love
each his success
each her failure
Every individual in the crowd lives a full life
- an entire universe on the move -
from Central Station across the square and further on through the city and it´s life.
Sometimes someone passing by
watches me a split second from the corner of her eye - wondering if I am a weirdo?
Then moves on in her life - in a rush, like the rest.
But this weirdo watching this river of life passing
feels secretly in love with every one of them.
Men, women, children
just because they are so very alive
so very busy
so very unaware about themselves.
And with a virtual tear in his eye
he´s zooming out
while still watching the crowd through his camera.
