Waiting for the miracle


Passer-by: “Hey you! Did you just take a photograph of me?”

Me: “Yes, I did. You’re standing there, so lost in your thoughts; I wanted to capture that in a photograph.

Passer-by: “And since when are my thoughts your business?”

Me: “I didn’t want to be indiscreet. You can keep your thoughts for yourself. I‘m simply interested in how you were standing there, while your thoughts, however, were somewhere else.”

Passer-by: “I don’t care about that. I think what I want and where I want. Delete me!”

Me: “No, You think what you want, and I see what I want. I hold on to things that move me with my camera.”

Passer-by: “My body belongs to me and my thoughts also belong to me. I would like you to delete me immediately!”

Dialogue between myself and a passer-by / Stadelhofen Train Station, Oct. 2013