"There is no greater error than to believe that absence is nothingness. The difference between the two is chronological. Nothing is before, and absence is after. Sometimes it is easy to confuse them: hence some of our sorrows "(John Berger, 1927-2017)

I see the images as memories, and the memories as absences. There are absences like abandonments, of blurred horizons. And stays with the skin of dust and time, with auras of familiarity. Imbuido in that nothing illusory, I think I recognize those strange traces of presence, which are nothing but echoes of another absence. So I just want to imagine presents for past and absences for futures. All in a game of heads and tails, to go and return and forget time.