She is briefly seen, before you awake… It was all a dream, again. Time passes by... days, weeks, months, springs, summers, autumns, winters… and hope isn’t lost, the hope of reunion, togetherness, for one last time. That’s why you are searching, uncovering every corner of the world, seeking among the people on the street, on the subway at rush hour… but all is in vain, the sound of her laughter is nowhere to be found. Sometimes, when you lay still, you can hear it for a moment… again you wake up.

Photography by: Ellen De

2021, Italy

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