An emotional reflection on mortality and on what remains after we are gone. The pictures in the booklet were taken in a long inhabited family home shortly after it had to be abandoned.

“Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus — but it flees in the meantime, irretrievable time flees. There is nothing to hold on to. The sentimentality I feel for their lives and past belongings is the sentimentality for my own passing and inevitable death. This last record might be hope that one day somebody will record my leftovers.”