Living in Paris, I do not walk the streets as a revolutionary or an activist. I rarely participate in demonstrations, yet I am often present at them to document, even stepping into the scene to experience the current atmosphere and situational context.

Strolling has become a daily ritual for Parisians. I love the city's streets and alleys; my lifelong curiosity extends to all people and things, especially marginal figures and urban fringe areas. The edge is always magical, perhaps hiding incredible events or rare discoveries that allow me to break free from life's framework.

Curiosity about the Parisian metropolis remains strong; it is too bewitching, with endless exhibitions, cultural activities, and extraordinary things. Guided by this curiosity, thought, consciousness, and action bring me great joy. Strolling is not for any specific purpose; every turn reveals different scenery. Whether flowers, trees, clouds, a breeze, graffiti, or a small image, everything is magical, sparking my imagination and revealing the existence of life. Thus, I find my energy and expand my consciousness on these streets. Do not forget that all revolutions pass through the streets; so do not ignore the messages of street graffiti.