Una donna, molte stanze, il mare, la cecità, una lettera – sempre la stessa – fatta reinterpretare a decine di donne, diverse per contesto e modus vivendi. Tante donne diverse che interpretano a modo loro la fine di una storia.
E poi c’è questa cornice, un occhio chiuso a non voler vedere quello che succede, il racconto di Sophie e io dentro la foto, dentro la storia:
There was a man I liked, but the first time we made love I was afraid to look at him. I thought I was still in love with Greg and feared being overwhelmed by the idea that the man in my bed wasn’t the right one. So, I chose to close my eyes in the dark, at least the uncertainty remained. One day I made the mistake of telling him why I kept my eyes closed in bed. He said nothing. Several months later, finally free of the ghost of Greg and my doubts, I opened my eyes, now certain that he was the one I wanted. I didn’t know that it would be our last night together. He was about to leave me. “What happens is always so far ahead of us that we can never catch up to it and know its true appearance“
Palazzo della Virreina, Sophie Calle – Modus Vivendi