On days like these, when the world is turned upside down, I become quiet and retreat into a nest of memories. In Brazil, such a nest has a name: “Saudade”. A word that is difficult to translate because it is a feeling that you have to feel in order to know what it means. A kind of remembering, a desire for something that is far away in time and space. A place, a person, a moment or an era. For example, the one before Instagram, where you didn’t fill your memory with scrolled feeds, swiped stories or liked posts but with smells, touches and feelings. A time when you didn’t have to look at the clock to know what time it was. In which nature was not spoken of as something that was out there and “into” which one could go, because there was no transition from outside to inside; you had become one with it, you were it, nature. A time when cycles weren’t just something you recorded in apps, but something you lived by.

Oh, what a desire for slowness, simplicity, a different kind of routine, silence!

On days like these, I think back to the time five years ago, a time full of images – images that were captured not only with my eyes, but also with that which is now quietly calling “Saudade”…