«The reach was narrow, straight, with high sides like a railway cutting. The dusk came gliding into it long before the sun had set. The current ran smooth and swift, but a dumb immobility sat on the banks. The living trees, lashed together by the creepers and every living bush of the undergrowth, might have been changed into stone, even to the slenderest twig, to the lightest leaf. It was not sleep—it seemed unnatural, like a state of trance. Not the faintest sound of any kind could be heard. You looked on amazed, and began to suspect yourself of being deaf— then the night came suddenly, and struck you blind as well».
CONRAD, Joseph. 1994 [1902]. Heart of Darkness. London: Penguin Books, p. 56.
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«X-RAY», 2008-2019
42 x 29,7 cm
Digital printing on tracing paper of negatives from drawings