Broken Lens

Keeping your soul in suspense controls the mobile sight, visual frequencies, optimised settings, accepting speed and its vibrations. Lens correction,
transparency of the ocular glass, a rough stride, the pavement is nevertheless well pounded. Enchantment of the tarmac, eminence of the walk, left bank
well to the south, to end up kissing the back of the camera is to grant oneself a dark room. A heterogeneous crowd, a disapproved civil mass in the city
of hewn stones with secular prominence, denies its fellow man. Consolation in this human labyrinth, under Richelieu surveillance, the image hunter's affair,
is to devour the human soul in the heart of the sheepfold.