A fragment of time

A night in the city. Light is coming from the street lamps, and illuminating the shadows. A young man is sitting at a table, eating a small meal at a restaurant patio facing the street. On the other side of the street a bus is coming. People are getting off. I take a few pictures and go further with my small camera. I try not to be observed, and not to disturb. The street, a neverending stage with acting people. These people have no names, they have no stories. Where did they come from and where are they going, who knows? What is the difference between come and go? Maybe the time they are taking. They are my protagonists, and our guide through this film.

And if there is no dialogue the pictures have to do it, to communicate to each other. That is my aim, maybe also because I do not believe in contemplation.