Foglia, Pesaro

Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine
Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine
Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine
Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine
Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine
Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine
Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine
Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine
Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine
Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine
Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine
Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine
Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine
Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine
Foglia, Pesaro - Riccardo Muzzi  - Phases Magazine

“Going up that river was like traveling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest. […] There were moments when one’s past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a moment to spare for yourself; but it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream, remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of this strange world of plants, and water, and silence. And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention. It looked at you with a vengeful aspect. I got used to it afterwards; I did not see it any more; I had no time.”

— Joseph Conrad, Heart of darkness