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2020, hard, hollow, non-existent life, economic crash, individualism, totalitarianism raise, individual liberties limitations, droop and sedentarism…

After 25 years in Tlemcen, Algeria, I left in 2019 only to return in that unpredictable year.

I have a complex relation with my city, a mixed feeling, comfort and stagnation, ease, and slather.

I love my city when I miss it and I despise it when I stay long on it. It is a Home to me.

My “Home” is an expanding physical and social space. An alternative, yet existing, dimension where feelings of identification and mainly genuine demeanor exist.

“Home” is being myself, fully and unconditionally, “with / in”.

It is a person, my love, my friends, my family. Human beings I exist fully with.

It is a place; details, walls, and spaces I love, feel my own and live in.

Asking about my “Home” is asking Who and Where.

As every concept, my immutable “Home” evolves with me.

2020, a global, uneasy, uncomfortable, lonely, yet dual atmosphere within my “Home” universe.

A multitude of, my own existence, bubbles, “Homes”, lonely, apart, colliding for a mere time of a photo.

My “Home” is a life scene, seeking visibility, always visible but often unseen.