In the city, a man runs, always in a hurry. He loses the notion of time and space. He does not live the present anymore. He is always projecting himself into the future, a time yet to come and therefore still ephemeral. He lost his body. He lives solely in his mind. Speed, rhythm, stains, pulsations, movements. Streets and avenues are corridors, passages, great arteries ferrying us from one side of town to the other.
