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Anyone in the market for a train?
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Brussels, crepuscularly
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Remembering Rome's underbelly
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A place before it's a place is still a place
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We see through smudgy glass, the city
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A light smudges across the sky, the dreary city
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Still life from stopped train
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On that lightly overcast day we came across an animated discussion among invisible artists and writers
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Rome is a multimedia installation all by itself
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The melancholic geometry of a train in autumn
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To build is human, to tear down is divine
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17 laughing babies staring at you from a window
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A city is a kaleidoscope of doors and windows
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Despite its barred windows Rome bares its soul
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It's lonely at the top, said the little skyscraper
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Je vois la vie en rose
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What goes up must come down and what goes over must come across
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The Enigma of the Empty Playing Field
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The metro, it's a jungle down there
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"The wind through the trees... Someone runs in the forest. You can't make out their face. Only the back. Pure violence. (In this scene the author appears with his hands by his side while he observes something off-screen)."
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The Enigma of the Spotlight on the Stairs
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The enigma of the distinction between the past and the future
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One evening in Brussels time was at a bubbly standstill
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The Magic Mirror of Brussels
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The mysterious visitor escapes into the wall of light
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Self-portrait with plastic bag in hand
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The collector of worlds proudly displays his plant collection
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Sometimes Rome needs to be redrawn
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The secrets of the house were loaded into the blue van parked outside the window
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The trees gathered in the park for their annual meeting
