Yara walking

This is me. I am walking through this visible city, looking up the facades and the tall buildings in order to feel small and become invisible. Paradoxically, looking up has the opposite effect on me. The famous skyline of the city of Kroy begins to melt, it is not the dynamic skyline which I had hoped for from far away, neither is it the silver-gelatine-print-aesthethique. Everything begins to move around me, nothing is fix like the pixels on an image, nor the corns on the silver gelatine pictures. The dynamique is not in the city but in the people (and its animals, but this is another story...)