"Images of images of images. Texts that have been erased, rewritten, torn up. Signs, figures, bodies, enclosures washed away by water. Stones crumbling upon stones. A place with dust now hanging over it. Dwelling without memory, who owned you?" (José Ángel Valente) Turning the pages of this album, I’m reminded of Gonzalo Suárez’s words: “it doesn’t matter much if you live a long time or a short while, because you only live for an instant.”