I often make these questions to myself: Destiny, do you really exist? Do our souls perpetuate their existence in different bodies, living endlessly life after life? And yet… I haven’t found a precise answer. I just have the unexplainable feeling of belonging to another time and place. A feeling that I cannot silence, that leaves me restless, lost in this present life, in-between everything: unfulfilled. That’s why I collect things, like these letters in the photo, somehow they bring me comfort, somehow I can, perhaps, touch my past, perhaps a past life...
P.s - Do you also collect things that connect you somehow to the past? What kind of things do you collect? I would like to know, so please, share your thoughts with me.