ㅤan old pier right next to my house.
ㅤit’s nothing special, but . . . when i look at this, i can’t be the only one who feels like i’m looking at something important, right?
ㅤit’s a relic of a bygone era, of a tradition more or less forgotten that now resides in museums and in memories. the wheel of time turned and everything changed. but there’s something else . . .
ㅤbesides history, this pier is a secret. the secret of someone who used to go there to play, chat, sing and cry without anybody knowing . . . somewhere far from the the world, a place of honesty, peace. life.
ㅤi imagine those who lived the traditions, but i’m just as curious about who lived the secret, and if they still remember it . . .