Eyjafjallajökull | CHRISTINA GRAMMATIKOPOULOU
An eruption exploded the barrier of spot. And, once again, space found its real dimensions : between airports (check-in, boarding, takeoff and landing on another spot on the map) there were endless fields, railroads, huge residential blocks with stairs worn by the burden of millions of steps that had passed by. Trees, signposts, some people from time to time. An endless horizon.
My screens are turned off. France is flowing out of my window. I’m heading South.