Photographer's Note

Everything comes to an end...

But what does it means, exactly?
Stopping one's troubles and pains?
Following some further stage in the process of reincarnation, as long as you believe in karma?
The begining of a new and - hopefully - more satisfying life?
The confrontation with your dreaded inner fears?
The ability to stop reinventing the wheel, ever and again, and to learn from one's mistakes, at last?
The decision to step out of the path everyone wished to see you follow (because everybody else does, because it's for your own good, because you'll understand later on, because between two evils...)?

Adventure awaits on the other side of the revolving door... Unless it'll be a mere illusion?

So... should I stay or should I go?

The Cicada, having sung
All summer long,
Found herself wanting
When the north wind came.
Not a single morsel
Of fly or tiny worm.
She went begging for food
To her neighbour the Ant,
Asking her to lend her
Just a few grains to get by
Until the next season.
"I will pay you back, she said,
Before August, animal's honor,
Interest and principal."
The Ant is no lender:
This is the least of her faults.
"What were you doing during the warm days?
She said to this borrower.
- Night and day no matter what
I was singing, like it or not.
- You were singing? I'm very glad:
Very well, start dancing now."

Jean de la Fontaine - The Cicada and the ant

Lens distorsion correction, crop

above ground ‹- you are HERE! -› underground travel

(Auber RER station)

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Additional Photos by Dominique Monrocq (dom_inik_m) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 215 W: 131 N: 469] (1717)
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