It isn’t a trip, but rather a journey. A dizzy gaze at people, their worries and everyday life. A glimpse into the foggy future becoming past. Peering into a country that has already been but “never will be” to most of us. Like the archeology of a future that strives to appear. The orange lights that abound here are caused by the Harmattan, suspended particles in the air that are similar to the Calima. Like a sepia effect that surrounds old images, the fog of a journey that I am still processing.
Lagos, Nigeria
Tinubu square
Lagos "phantoms" working at night, Nigeria