It was another of those long travels back home after a running but still boring day on the job. The light out of the window and the tired silence of all people like me in the train made me remember what was happening. The career oriented life promised a sun that we could never reach. Kill yourself now in order to reach some silly sun later - and that "later" never came. Thus the photo, which is intentionally kept very unsharp/dirty, so that it fits the undefinable mixture of imagined "suns" that were promised.
Thanks a lot for the nice comment and the comparison to Canada, Andre. Somehow, well, we seem all to be boiling in the same pot of soup! Internationality a bit different this time. ;-)
I guess it's also about the (perhaps wrong) ipression to be losing a big part of the own lifetime in order to secure some other part in which we can be ourselves, but which also sometimes never comes?
Hi Nick, It can be a little depressing getting up in the dark to go to work and then coming home in the dark. Just like the day has gone by without us. We get that same scenario here in Canada through a lot of the winter months. I think you have captured the atmosphere in this last series. Andre
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