Rhythm of thought and the sound of the sea
Walking has always been a way to think. Not the kind of thinking that happens at a desk, but the kind that appears between steps — when the body moves and the noise of the world fades. Nietzsche understood that. “All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking,” he wrote, and he meant it literally.
Every walk through the city, by the sea, or in the forest mirrors this. The rhythm of footsteps through backstreets and bridges becomes a quiet form of resistance. A return to presence. No screen, no scroll, just the sound of your own breath and a camera ready for what the moment decides to give you.
