The Gray Booth

A half-past hour, a Latin word, and a decapitated city seem to want to give the photograph time and place, but they remain powerless. We cannot fully see any detail in the picture. The buildings are half-visible, the advertisement is half-visible, the cars are half-visible, and the fences are half-visible too. Moving closer, two people are also half-visible, veiled by paper and curtains, faceless. The secret of this city is in its concealment. Everything is wrapped up, and nothing is openly said.

Everything is half, and all we know is that tickets are sold in this city. The scene in the gray booth is complete. The equipment is arranged. The only actor or stage manager must close the door. We wait in expectation for the curtain of this gray booth to be drawn back. Perhaps the photographer has arrived a little too early.