HIKARI 503
The window of a train. A world that passes before the eyes of a traveler.
First, images that are not really seen, they are just glimpsed.
Speed distorts them, makes them lie, makes them doubtful.
To see them again is to rebuild them. We do not have a choice.
There come back impressions, flashes, flashes of light. Little by little, the feelings experienced at the time are revived.
Astonishment at what the eyes see and whose reason doubts. Japan ... that quick decision to go so far from the ordinary.
A place so far away where, without continuation, childhood memories mingle when the landscapes then glimpsed were those of the first trips, between the capital and the countries of the Val de Creuse.
These images tell of reminiscences revealed through the glass that separates them of the real.
