What is stripped is made of years, extinction, the smell of people walking away; these are pooled in the ponds of a duration they never asked for.

Every builder wishes its children to live forever; but what of the buildings; they might like to close their eyes and rest from watching manoeuvres vegetal, solar, vertebrate. They might like to reduce, purify, like we do when we are alone and far away from everything we know.

The half-naked nave initiates the act of remembrance.

Can you remember, if you were never there with me.