On my walk I was taken in by the buildings, the places/objects that had been graffitied. Some corners felt apocalyptic, left undisturbed to decay and be forgotten. Other places were vibrant with sounds, movement, possibility. But the sense I felt in this area of Barcelona being the outskirts is a place of ‘what has just happened’ almost a ‘pause’ to the next event in history.
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