And the story goes by, while the fluid creeps backwards toward the imaginary. These walls won’t be enough to hold me back for I break loose with the words, and I fly. The barber is arriving and a white cloak will soon land on me. Thirsty scissors, ohhh, and I am goose bumping already, only by means of prescience. Where else could I be anyway? There’s always a reason, the purpose is ubiquitous and therefore I am never alone. Barber is arriving, and he brings a scissor, ohh.
Pedro Campos is the photographer who will join you every thursday at lundagard.net with his photo column.
He is studying human ecology at Lund university, and has previously exhibited works in Lisbon, Braga and Trbovlje (Slovenia).
