I like freighters, their raw power together with their relative slowness. I like to look at them on the horizon, coming from nowhere going to somewhere … I feel a real romanticism, a real justification for their presence and their disappearance. They make me dream by their provenances as well as their unknown destinations and their obstinacy to go from one to the other, delivering unsuspected goods. I imagine men, far from home but looking at successive horizons waiting for the next stopover. I know life is not easy on board but they do their jobs relentlessly … stubbornly.
May I have been a lighthouse keeper in another life?