On The Opposite Platform
Text by Ophélie
Images: Norea — “Fernweh”, mixed media (photography, painting, digital art); Sabine — “Waiting”, mixed media (Polaroid, drawing)
This crowd pressing me, these neon lights attacking me, and these buzzing voices.
The rattle of the passing trains and the complaining passengers rushing and jostling me without paying attention. The urgencies of passers-by collide. Deafening hubbub.
Storm of disillusions, my loneliness rumbles.
And you, the stranger on the opposite platform, just a few strides away. Two tracks separating us. And certainly a whole world outside this station.
And your look, in the middle of this chaos.
I’m watching you. You’re looking at me. And you see me. Straight in your posture. Motionless.
While I pitch, jostled by these prejudices that lock me up, feverish on my tired legs.
And your look, steady and frank, to which mine clings like an anchor.
It is an outstretched hand, invisible and solid, which passes through the eyes.
Suspended moment, in the evening frenzy.
Fleeting encounter, your features are already fading and nevertheless will leave a trace in my migrant memory.
