The Distracted World – Being and not being in a mediated world

Distracted World
A graffiti in an underpass near Saint-Blaise

The Distracted World
Being and not being in a mediated world

It was eight in the evening on the eve of Easter. In a railway station bustling with impatient holidaymakers, a man on a bench was huddled over a newspaper reading. Oblivious to the world around him, he bored his little finger into his nose, extracted what he could and sucked the result.…