FRAGMENTS

And when I say "FRAGMENTS", I'm not just referring to these photos, but also to myself, understanding how life unfolds around me. Because in my town, life is divided into disparate pieces among everyone, and the streets end up seeming like a capricious kaleidoscope, with things happening simultaneously but "for each person and each individual"... And when I ponder this, when I tend to wander on my aimless walks as a timeless witness, I end up isolating myself somewhat, "separated" from everyone, simply "observing"... Or perhaps it's just that "I too am in my own fragment"? I don't know, but I like to immerse myself in this abstraction that attempts, from my point of view at least, to explain how things happen in each space, and I end up simply taking "a photo at some point in time"... Because street photography, I believe; It unconsciously leads us to these kinds of thoughts, where the way everyday life is structured can become a relevant topic... But I'm just a guy taking photos in a small, slowly emptying town in central Venezuela; so it's possible that everything I'm saying is nothing more than "a loose idea carried away by the wind." Anyway, today was a day for letting my mind wander freely, and when I'm like this, I write like this too...