I seat here. And wait it out.

Rimini, end of summer 2020.

I seat here.
A dream flashes before my eyes. A thin life, resistance, resistance.
The old same gestures frame themselves into emptiness. And I see frameworks of hope.
I seat here. And wait it out.

The project tells about the beginning of september 2020 at Rimini Beach.
In another time, it'd be still vacation days for many.
But in this year, in this cursed year, the landscape looks more like a november one.
Empty spaces, occasional appearances. Here and there, tiny moves of normal life.
An unfocused present.