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  • Sometimes I think that also things must have a soul. This bench for instance, once fresh and strong, ready to fulfill it’s duty, now worn and weathered. Imagine all those bums it must have carried, all those conversations it facilitated, having lost count of how many eyes he served to stare at the horizon. Although he might be tired and craving for rest. He has no choice, he can’t retire, even when there’s no more work to do. People have gone long. On the other hand, where else to go. I’ll stay here, where I belong.

    This bench is located at Craco, a town in the very south of Italy that was abandoned after a massive landslade in the late fifties.
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