No need for big narratives. Little stories can happen right on our “apéro” table or on the sidewalk. They prove, of course, that the strangest things are not those advertised as such.
What do we have here? The deconstruction of a cliché, with a potential for self-help use. Not a broken heart, but a heart born out of a broken glass (with red wine in it):
It’s harder to reproduce with water pitchers, but you can still experience the ways in which a distorted view of the street produces a soundproof environment.
At the corner of the street, time stands still once again. A balloon parked illegally, or simply shied away from confronting its perfectly round shape with a regimen of austere straight lines.