It settles on the shoulders like a soaked cloak.
But perhaps the truth is that sadness is never truly left behind. It changes shape — grows lighter, finds a quieter voice, moves with our breathing. It turns into memory. And in that moment, when we can meet it without trembling, we understand —it was never lost. We’ve only learned to carry it differently.
Thanks M.
A vintage postcard, an archival image by the Fratelli Alinari, machine-stitched.
12 cm x 17,7 cm
It settles on the shoulders like a soaked cloak.
But perhaps the truth is that sadness is never truly left behind. It changes shape — grows lighter, finds a quieter voice, moves with our breathing. It turns into memory. And in that moment, when we can meet it without trembling, we understand —it was never lost. We’ve only learned to carry it differently.
Thanks M.
A vintage postcard, an archival image by the Fratelli Alinari, machine-stitched.
12 cm x 17,7 cm
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