Photograph

CONCEPT

 Care towards particulars, fleeting and hidden like quiet underground trains. The sliding doors open to new faces, to tired smiles, to managers in double-breasted jackets, holding sinister suitcases. Words never told travel among commuters. The vintage clash meanders among emotion, distorting the warm smiles and the stretched out arms of those who beseech for a tip. The man, in a grey chalk-stripe, turns up his nose, then he searches again for strange surnames in his electronic address book. A young couple instinctively squeezes together, they intertwine their delicate fingers. At the back seats, last generation I-pods play violent notes of rage rockers, prophets of urban malaises. An intermittent light slows down, then turns off: the train leaves again, taking with it an indefinable and unreal quiet. In the third row, Julianne takes her huge sunglasses off, her eyes get used to the contorted neon light. She’s tired, but happy to go back at home. She hates travelling at that time: there are too many people in the stations … and the world has changed. People are strangers to her and she fears them. Thinking of all this, she starts looking for a sign, a voice. This is the torture of the new days: the daily impotence, the miserable research of exotic killers, the constant breakdown of dusty Towers. Plunged in a ocean of noises, she looks at those faded bodies. She would like to stand up, but she can’t: the long sleeves of her dress are blocked, her emotions overwhelm her rational ideas … it’s a chaos. Innumerable eyes are observing her, she’s sure of this: she tries to found refuge in counting the seconds, and then …  the minutes. The train travels slowly, carrying her to an inconceivable attack to thoughts, where terrorists don’t have shape or colour. All of a sudden … the big clamour of the brakes, thundering as a bomb. It’s the climax, and the end. The intermittent light starts again, colouring the sliding doors. They open so fast to leave her astonished: this is her stop. A delicate smile enlightens her face: just a few moments and … she’ll be out. The train leaves again, taking away with it an invisible enemy.