He had wandered throughout this residential area many times. He was feeling restless. He wasn’t satisfied with it. He felt he needed to insist, go through it again, repeat, cross it in a different way. But the place would never reveal its secret. He felt he had missed something. Tried again. Something is to be found here. He insisted, time and again, compulsively, like the madman he watched going up and down the escalator of the metro station endlessly.
The image came suddenly like an interruption. A fleeting sensation. A dream. It happened in an instant he almost forgot about afterwards. The moment to look back, to be stricken by the sensation of bareness, as if the photograph would condense all the long empty walks he made throughout these bare neighbourhoods at the east of Hollywood.