Virtual Eden

A light, a horizon, a silence. Time slides slowly on the elements.

I'm here behind my screen. On the other side of reality.
A real that escapes me, which paralyzes me, which sometimes hates me.
And yet, I remain - motionless - to contemplate this coveted Eden,
This world that promises so much, but where so little find peace.
I steal these moments without living them. I watch them arise, impose themselves, disappear. It is not my steps that lead there, but the light, the wind, and the algorithm.
I chose the withdrawal.
It’s an image without presence. No one behind the goal, no one on the beach. And yet something passes. A breath, a tension, the discreet thrill of a world that continues without us.
Photographer of the threshold, I remain on the edge of the mystery,
Lucid, helpless witness of a miracle that has become useless.
So I capture, I collect, as we pick up shells on the shore of a dream.
I am facing the horizon as we are in front of a closed door,
the world could open,
But I stay on the step, speechless,
Selected by the image, frozen in the absent gaze, which nevertheless collects. Of a world that is offered without knowing that it is seen.