Зин: «We all lost something.»
«We all lost something. Sometimes, looking back, you realize that all the forgotten things themselves represent a whole story.»
This zine is a catalog of objects left behind by a life together. Once part of everyday life, they are now traces of loss. In the «Lost» section, there’s expectation and habit. In the «Found» section, there’s silence, dust, and a touch of disappointment.
All these objects were once part of a shared space. Now they exist alone—each thing retains its silence and the imprint of hands. When you lose something, you wait for it to return. When you find it, you realize there’s nothing left to return.
«A photo frame, a chess set, a ring, shoes, a plate, a wheel—everything I found turned out to be a little less alive than it seemed in my memory.»
