QUESTIONABLE SHAPES

South of Spain, October 2021

Something’s up with the South. There’s an invisible thread that ties North and South, holding countries, continents and land together, like duct tape on a broken car window. At some point, as you go South, the line gets distorted, flimsy, twisted. Things lose their known contour and become not blurry, but somehow shapeless.

Everything shakes in the corner of your eye, plants seem to breath-in-breath-out like a tacky TikTok time-lapse, sand quivers on beaches, statues pretend to be statues. Light bounces like rubber, casting a gleaming Morse code for no one to decipher. Such a beautiful waste. And the decadence, the same one so zealously hidden in the North. You sometimes catch a glimpse of it and it feels like home, because it mirrors something within you. Some grainy, black and white revelations.