Death is never the end of a history - 2012
At the end of the runner, a horse sinks into the carpet, frozen in the last moment of a fall, between descending and rising. Being half submerged, it seems to slowly merge with the carpet, becoming part of the earth. What remains is the place itself—a place that will soon only carry the memory.
Everything we do leaves traces that go beyond what we see. A word can evoke an emotion that lives on, an action can set something in motion that others take up again. A planted tree influences nature, the environment, and everything that lives in it, often only visible after some time has passed. But even if the tree eventually rots away, it nourishes the soil and its surroundings, and in that way lives on.
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