I remain where I once was—within the places I once stepped into, or perhaps where I might have been. Time rushes past us, yet the house endures as that singular point where the continuity of life is inscribed. To me, it is essential to believe that memories and moments of the past never vanish entirely; they leave behind their indelible traces.

What I share with you is not a mere act of observation, but an effort to preserve the image of an old place. One could say that restoring such images is itself a return to the past—a kind of redemption of it. A past that is ceaselessly revived through every word and every experience, abundant with meaning and layered with profound stories.

Zahra Amiryeganeh

Autumn 2025