The streets are broken lines that make you think you know them, and suddenly they change: colors, shapes, faces, width, smells … everything changes, until they no longer recognize you.
We mark the streets, we collect parts of them, a corner, a tree, a bar. They also mark us with space and memories.
The streets are a storm of things, a shipwreck of ideas, a unique grammar of the city.
Walking alone on the small street to learn about the narrative that space contains.
It is impossible to realize how an urban landscape begins and flows. New texts and patterns emerge, new streets.