Fiumicino: abstract red

For a large part of my life I dreamt of things like this, although, in most cases, without colour: they were close-up shots, more photos than films, static images, details and textures.

No stories.

Then, at some point, they came: stories. They are always quite rare, my dreams, but they are there. And now, from time to time, I even begin to get some sense of them.

Call it what you will, but it seems like a big improvement to me.