Faceless city

Oslo. Half a million people, but no one to communicate with. What are you all afraid of? Why don’t you show your face? Why is it so that the tighter we people are packed, the greater the distance between us? Nothing else in nature behaves like that. We are a paradox, an exception, a monster.

Well, fine, keep hiding, and reveal your real selves only for your beloved, as long as you have some. Then we’ll see.

I’ll go back to yet another sleepless night in yet another shabby hotel room. The faces on TV aren’t any faker than the ones in the street, anyway.

7 Comments on “Faceless city

  1. Ciao Andrea, it sounds like you are having an unpleasant time. Perhaps winter affects different peoples differently? I’ve been in hospital with kidney stones. Not so friendly there, either. Better times ahead. Giovanni

    • ciao Giovanni. It may be seasonal affective disorder, or just life with its shades. Worth tasting anyway. Hope you’re better and lighter with less stones to carry around πŸ˜‰

  2. Ciao Andrea, winter, cold, darkness: not an easy moment. It’s what I see in these photos.
    Spring will come, soon or later, probably later πŸ™‚
    robert

  3. No, I think it’s a people-thing these days when one lives in big cities. Only I don’t live in a hotel; I’m surrounded by 53 other flats/apartments full of people yet hardly ever speak to let alone see them! I feel quite isolated, I must say! I’m planning on changing that this year. Excellent pix.

    • You’re probably right, but it’s even more awful in this case. Let me know if you find a way to change that.. πŸ™‚

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