2nd of August. 2017. Ibiza
Walking to the beach and back. Listening to Robert Rich. Filaments. Majorana.
It´s early in the morning. The air is still very fresh and it´s a contrast from yesterday. My perception focuses once again on the shapes and less on the body sensation.
Many perceptions are similar from one day to the next, although each day there is one or more elements my attention goes to more. Today the horizon line kept me concentrated. The rest around it seemed meaningless, like clutter. Those monster buildings eating the essential line of life, eating the line between blues I walk towards and never gets closer.
