Nostalgia: "Raiva de não ter trazido o passado roubado na algibeira"

These are our remainders, of our lives of many forms ... emotional... physical. These are our artefacts, our scars, objects, memories...items that are tangible, memorable.

We live our lives and ask "what do we leave behind?" When we look at the pictures long enough they reappear. What is the value of anything?

                                     

Can what we hold in our hands be the same as what we hold in our hearts?