A completely random compilation of the last two days before experiencing the end of the beginning.
When you want to leave a sign but you physically can’t
Finally embracing three-dimensionality with a very tall antenna.
One hour sunset from Beyssenac to Payzac.
It is between Lyon and Saint Etienne, that lays a vast, seamlessly endless, flatland without identity. Brutally glued satellite pictures, unsharp and messy.
I’m getting ready for the crossing.