Trying to catch a piece of knowledge in the vast sea

Afternoon in the gas station

There is something special about gas stations, they are nodes to stories: the couple taking a time to be alone in a faraway place: the truck driver one day more in the long route across our deserts, jungles, beaches and mountains; a person traveling to a place not knowing if he’s going to come back again.

An afternoon in the gas station.

A stormy day inside

 

What happens when is the ocean the one staring at you? A sort of unlimited blue turquoise eye in the shores of Ilo city.

I don’t care, I’ll wait

One world, one home, one human, one pole, one desert.