dear,

dear, my presence in this memory is unfathomable to me. I remember the sea shore. I do remember the moody skies. 3 days in a row. You complained about it, for sure. But I wasn’t there. Are you even sure I was there? What do you recall of the person I am, on those streets?

a letter to my old self and my impenetrable memories. background: tuscany, italy, 2013 multiple exposure self portraits: my house, 2023 letter and doodles: by me, in my house, 2026