(Q20741936)
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1999
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It's late and the wind carries a faint sound as it moves through the trees. It could be anything. The jingling of little bells perhaps,or the tiny flickering out of tiny lives. I stroll down the sidewalk and close my eyes and open them and wait for my, mind to goperfectly blank. Like a room no one has ever entered, a room without any doors or windows. A place where nothing happens. (English)
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2 November 2019
© 2019 Ugo Rondinone. Photo credit: Lucia Morate, Madrid.
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2 November 2019
© 2019 Ugo Rondinone. Photo credit: Lucia Morate, Madrid.