I can hold myself in the palm of my own hand

Two different mornings

Teo sleeping

Kitchen table at Aden's

A volte è difficile

Bianca and Tommi cuddle on the sunbed after some brother-sister wrestling

M. was in the other room

Mountain tops at the seafront

Fruit on kitchen counter

A volte è difficile

I feel like I’m finally switching from looking to seeing (Flying over the Mediterranean Sea and looking down at it and actually seeing it a cloudy bright sky) (What we observe is a mirror of the place we already find ourselves in)

Yaro

Flying over the Adriatic Sea

I’d like to look at myself but I’m scared. I used to be something, now that something is changing. What belongs to the past, is it really still? Changing in staying the same. I can only see change through stillness. I don’t allow myself to change. Can I stop somewhere? Where? Am I leaving my body behind? Am I only choosing what’s easier to look at? August 2024, November 2025