We have watched, we have lived, but what have we retained?

And what has become of those images in our minds?

 

Personalized, digested, shaped by our memory, our brain, our heart,
they become traces, they mutate, often they fade…

 

A trace is our personal, intimate, inviolable heritage; it prolongs our emotions.

A mark is a reality that can be seen and disappears.
 

A trace is a truth that is experienced and remains—clear, blurry, nebulous, or abstract…

Invasion of images and events, the inexorability of time, the capacity of our cortex…
we must be aware: we live only through traces.