Lost Childhood(s)

Here we speak of life and death in a very gentle way, as if carried towards the inevitable but without violence.

Our childhood toys fly away, float in the air.

The mirror of a much-loved grandmother emerges from the attic.

The sounds resonate within us and bring us to life.

How to preserve this precious part of childhood, this innocence in the world, this capacity for wonder.

Fight against, accept, deal with?

So many questions that with the passing of time remind us that programmed obsolescence is not only for objects.