City Crime Comics

Barely awake, it only takes one exhale to lose sight of what we have just experienced. We seek to return to it, to find the reason why our heart beats in our chest. But only scattered, disorderly fragments arise. It is then a question of choosing: we insist, searching the fog, or we go back to sleep to look elsewhere, accepting oblivion. This is perhaps what we experience when reading City Crime Comics. The abandonment of the memory or the meaning of things. Maybe someone knows, secretly, and is watching us from this window where we can see the curtains gently flying away, caressed by the wind.