The starting point of this work was the sentence “I am writing to fill my waiting”, taken from the novel Correio Noturno by writer Hoda Barak (1), and a small photograph adopted from the Archive of Ordinary Stories Collections (ACHO). It is an old photo: a woman, with one hand resting on a railing. Her pose evokes waiting, perhaps the waiting for the very realization of the photograph.

From these references, I carry out various forms of writing as an exercise in reflecting on the fragmentation of time. A time without rhythm, dispersing experiences. A time without permanence and without duration in the present. Writing emerges through small gestures that come from the body – the body that recognizes itself in slow and repetitive movements. Repetition soothes, brings us into the present, and in that state, we are whole.