|The average duration while crossing public squares in big cities takes about twenty seconds, not more. - My friend, probably, you will sense nothing, you will do better in pacing up and down. Then, you will get an impression. (Theodor Kolk to Rupert von Krahaus in the Annals of Asphalt, written in Stendig near Vienna,1905)|
A public square in the city. Circular and cobblestone pavement. Contemplative but empty. In the centre a naked tree, just a tiny clue. Behind the tree a pale young dweller as the shadow of the place. Silent observer. Someone who is always there. People come and go, glancing at the place, leaving something behind. Gestures, facial expressions, scraps of conversations, steps and gazes tell about meetings, intentions and emotions. Minutes where we can not know much about each other. It’s just the place. Beyond ravens.