Motto

"The neighborhood where you live, a network of lines, small loops, shortcuts, hesitations, forgetting something, walking the dog, mailbox, buying the newspaper, unexpected encounters, café around the corner, and the neighborhood where you lived before, and the neighborhood before that, and before that, back to where it all began, home, the fine lines around it, to school, over the fence, around the corner, the neighbors' curtains, shortcuts, open spaces, and the route you take when you have time, crisscrossing past shop windows, hands in your pockets, past facades you overlooked, a broken bicycle that has been there for years, or the route to someone, to him or her, how you go when you want to see each other, or how you go when you'd rather not see each other, which detour to take, and the route to work, or from work to home, lines, stretched around corners and squares, intertwined with the daily madness of rush hour, or a place where you can relax, under a tree or on a bench, somewhere along the water, on a terrace, under a bridge, and the routes you should take but never do, the routes you once dreamed of or the routes you almost forget, all these routes together, a memory of streets, sidewalks, alleys, and holes in houses that have disappeared, like a nervous system, a fingerprint."