Katarina Matiasek
/Austria/
ONE MORNING WHEN LOOKING DOWN ON SOFIA FROM YOUR HIGH-RISE FLAT THE SUN WAS OUT BRIGHTLY BUT IT DID NOT REACH THROUGH THE THICK SMOG AND WHEN TRYING TO READ IN THAT MILKY FACE IN THAT PHANTOM-LIKE PHYSIOGNOMY OF YOUR CITY IT LOOKED AS IF I WAS ALREADY ONLY REMEMBERING IT THROUGH A HAZE AS IF I WAS NOT REALLY PRESENT AND AS IF THERE WAS NO NOW, inscription on 4 windows