Racing forward ... from one place to another ... and further ... always onward ... what do you see ... unknown places that become known ... new images ... other perspectives ... why should you ... more ... different ... further ... Travel then to see as many images, experience as many impressions as possible? Is it for those reasons, as the shreds of text over the racing images put it, that you travel? Just there; a place I do not know. Then the images, the tempo stall: hesitating footsteps, looking for openness, for unexpected pleasures, and seduced by doubt, uncertainty and the great unknown. It seems impossible not to go, impossible to get there either. But where will it be? Close by or far away? Under way to the unknown, in the hope of finding 'it', even though it is unknown what you are looking for and what should be found and how you will recognize it. And so it has but one clear characteristic; it is still unknown. It is the dilemma of the traveller to realize once more that the unknown cannot be known and yet despite that, to head of again - searching - following his nose, lost in the varied swirling of impressions. Including images and excluding others. And in every new place there are new promises, possibilities, to extend the pursuit, caught between where from and where to, addicted to the quest and tempted by the promise of the unknown. "Just there; a place I do not know ..."
– Carla Hoekendijk
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Texten Roland Barthes, Charles Baudelaire, Paul Boyles, Franz Kafka, Christienne Mesquita, Lucas Bambozzi, Music Bruno Verner, Graphic design Burritos do Brasil, Thanks to Carlos Freitas, Dui Jurandi Muller
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