NY City – The Queensboro bridge in the afternoon.

When approaching the bridge it almost seems impossible to pass through that steely forest.
Once onto I felt like being in a thick branched wood,  made of very tidy branches.

It happens,
you walk alone on your way deeply swimming in the stream of your own thought.
But raising your eyes you read a harmless sign
and you suddenly would like to do the opposite.

Exit strategy is the development of a system capable of leaving behind a situation which has become complicated, dangerous, negative.
Trying to minimize losses.

In order to leave the vision of the world which has walked us by the hand opon this thin layer of ice, perhaps we need to overturn our point of view.

Walking on the stage of Manhattan’s streets, September led me to chose a NY taxi as a shelter from the rain.
Suddenly down from that stage, I could see an entire world on the sidewalks, from my favorable position in the orchestra pit.