It’s surprising how often memories appear to us in visual form, similar to snapshots in the psyche that only the time can erase.
After all, after careful reflection, sight is not only the product of the activity of our eyes, it is also and above all the gaze of our mind through memory. This visual nature of the past that gives shape to our memories, does not fit, in appearance, with blindness, yet, I wanted to probe this aspect, trying to tell the fear of losing sight. But how can the loss of sight be told visually? Hence, starting from this contradiction only apparently irresolvable, the search for a visual narration of the fear of loosing sight is closely linked to memory, although the sight ceases, what remains is the entirety of the experiences that time offers us to the extent that we exist and existence is nothing more than a continuous encounter between us, the world and what goes beyond us