In Between

Every part of us belongs to a different place. In the city we are a part of a moving mass, insect in a clock, in a lovers arms we are weightless. We move between places constantly, between night and day, morning and afternoon. Between faces, we are sons and employees, our face determined by others, we are variable things that each have a place.

But between cities, on bridges, in airports, in transit, in between. When leaving a city on a night bus and seeing the lights and the structures created by human hands, we see through the flow of days and behaviour, we withdraw ourselves for the convention of our roles and we are, free.

We do not belong anywhere, we are not in times zones, amongst strangers we are whoever we want to be, the sky or the ground, the mountains or the sea. We are in-between, like birth and death.