Traces of identity

To leave a mark, to inscribe your name, imprint your presence,   carve a sign of your existence, to leave a message, capture your days. This is exactly the purpose of every record of human existence. I was. I was here. Emphasis on WAS. Past tense. As soon as we stepped on the surface and lifted our foot it is already history. I WAS. Irretrievable, unstoppable moment in a footprint, in a life of a person, group of people or even a city. Our feet are like platforms, carriers, the wings of a human body – strong, efficient, adjustable, flexible, enduring, graceful, beautiful, magical. Even when tired they “tell a story”, they show the current state, in their stillness too.

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