There are things that have never changed their essence, even if physical mutations forced by time are perceived. Isolation required me to carefully observe instants of my life, of my surroundings, of my city, that I never saw while I inhabited them, that remained invisible after the continuous and accelerated pace of surviving in the midst of chaos, that I never conceived of giving them their space within my memory and their necessary visual narrative. Before and after everything represents what I now conceive as sacred, the corners, the rituals, the domestic traditions, the ephemeral silhouettes, the silences and their compasses, the frequent rooms, the repository of memories.