Close your eyes and then, open them again.

Looking at photographs, we easily could get the impression that they tell us stories. Stories about life and death, stories about little moments and big events. Just by looking at photographs we travel to different continents, we look in the eyes of strangers, and see catastrophes and poverty. Photographs fulfill our need to follow up

Braille.

The old lady in her wheelchair detected the little stone and asked me to pick it up for her. She  kept the stone in her hands for a while. Then she dropped it to the ground. Smooth little round stone, I found you in my pocket today.