We, the people, love to read stories and novels, for the simple fact of not knowing ourselves alone, for those narrated experiences that are indirectly ours. That is why we read them. We wait for someone to write and describe for us and thus convince us that someone understands us and understands us about the confusion of our days.

Love poems, reminding us of a love, past or present, make us have faith in a beautiful future.

Tragedy and fiction give another shape to our life, make it more intense, a little sharper and so we can say ‘I knew I wasn't the only one!’

Oh, my goodness.

Photography by Amanda Aura