Let Me Out, Let Me Go

While practicing The Art of Getting Lost during the coronavirus lockdown, my eyes were caught by what looked like a dangling curtain or a tablecloth.

A mild wind was toying with it, as if it was offering it a possible freedom from the frame it was imprisoned in, a freedom to roam the world, only to kill the hope it created a moment later. An interpretation of what life can be, particularly during the confinement.

Fittingly, as to reinforce this ‘hopperian’ image, a jogger showed up…