I look through old family photos, souvenirs, letters, I reminisce, I miss. Next to me lie my pictures from life, my affairs, my expeditions.
I can clearly see that our realities are intertwined. Although we have not all met, we have not gotten to know each other well, we have so much in common - places, situations, preferences. I'm pretty sure we feel, listen, walk, observe, and think alike.
We have so much in common, we are so much separated by time.
