Sosnovka a year later. Part 2

A year later, I followed the same route. To identify some patterns, I even counted on the map how many meters I walked and drew the outline of the route on the map - what if there would be the number nine again? But it didn't work out...

A year later, I got a lot of new information about the metaphysics of photography, but I hardly share it, because it has become completely beyond understanding. I had already written very carefully about everything before, so as not to be mistaken for a madman.

The fog was covering Sosnovka more and more...and my head seemed to clear up more.

Have you ever woken up drunk and then sobered up on your feet? Have you ever had a feeling that when you have a cold, the picture seems to float, as if you are a little drunk, and then once and the picture becomes clear and clear again at the moment of correction?

That's how it was with me in Sosnovka. It's like everything before this is like a joke, and there's super clarity and sobriety. And the world is immediately perceived differently, as if I am somewhere very close to its full realization.

The only thing I have never repeated from the first walk is a walk through the yards. Maybe it's worth it? Maybe when I go through exactly the same sequence as the first time, I turn on something in myself, run it?

Or maybe it's just an illusion that the place matters...but in fact, it can be turned on at any time, anywhere? But it works!

Since the third time, I have already realized that I do not come here for the sake of pictures, not for the sake of aesthetics, but I take photos only to record my inner state.

A lot of time has passed since the walk...It's already the end of August. It just took me a long time to gather my thoughts and describe what I was experiencing.

It was like I was in the past, in the present and in the future at the same time.

I felt exactly the same as a year ago, I was aware of how I feel now and what surrounds me and some distinct mental images were from the future, how it would all work out.

And yet, with each walk along Sosnovka, I discovered new places for myself... and decided to go to one that became as strong as the dugouts.

To be continued...