I’m looking for you. Where are you ?

My resistance to grief sets my eyes in motion. I examine the visage of men and their bodily presence, but I can’t find traces of yours. However, some detours through the inanimate make visible the damages left by your disappearance.

Somewhere between Mexico and myself, I encounter an odd and desolate zone, yet uncannily pleasant, mainly inhabited by shadows. I think I’m not the only one who lost you.