Ordinary

More often that we’d like to admit, we seek beauty in the extraordinary, in one-in-a-life-time events, the uncommon, but we forget that beauty can be found in the most ordinary objects.

Coca-Cola glass at a random restaurant in Valencia, Spain. Zenit 11 + Agfaphoto APX 100.

Closeness

Being too close to something may cause blurry sight, the object, the problem, the circumstance seems out of focus, unreachable, without a solution.

Maybe it’s the moment to put some distance and try to focus our sight again.

Stillness

Everything seemed the same, the family photographs on the walls, the sofa, the windows… even the smallest of details like the dust gently touching the books in the shelves seemed the same. The light was different, though, that light that reminded him of his loss, a presence that lingered suspended on the air, on better times.

Silence

The office was always hectic, full of life and people moving from one place to another with papers, notebooks and juicy news of the latest scandal. The beautiful noise of typewriters never stopped, to the annoyance of the adjoining houses, the newspaper had to come out without delay. The smoke of cigarettes was often mixed with the smell of fresh ink, meat and tomato from the sandwiches of the shop downstairs, oregano from the pizzas from around the corner, and coffee, so much coffee we had more of it in our veins that actual blood.

But now there’s just silence, no typewriters, no more tasty smells to accompany the lonely nights, the smoke has vanished, the ink has dried. It all remains in silence.

Hotel

They used to sneak in no-so-fancy hotels and halls, in the shadows of the city’s alleys, meetings so obscure and thoughts so naive they didn’t even notice the end.