Fantasmi (ghosts) The trails we leave along our path exist for those who know how to look. In the cities, in the places of our childhood, along the road we travel. It fills space and time as we pass. Our ghosts float in the universe, volatile and confused. And they settle as a sign of our presence here, on this planet. Everything flows, while the universe remembers us, we draw our path with a charcoal pencil. And when we won’t be here anymore, a confused, imperceptible trail will remain, in a sea of others. -Develop and print using the analogue method in the darkroom.-