The series invites reflection on the existence of memory. Or better than remembering. Memorizing is a gift that animals also partly have; remembering is something else, as the word itself teaches; it brings a feeling back to the heart. The series evokes this power of the human being to actualize experience (past), or more lyrically, somehow, to evoke it. Photography is a medium and, eventually, a support for remembering. An extension of this faculty, the author uses it, particularly in places where memory is exercised, like a cemetery. Memory here evokes death and decay, one of nature's few certainties. In this intersection between inexorable nature and the tragic need to remember, Filipe Bianchi's vision takes shape. But nothing truly remains; everything transforms, gives way, and memory slowly dissolves like a perfume in the air. It fades slowly. It migrates in the great flow of lives, in the constant metamorphosis of being. It can be digested and embodied and survive in the myth of continuous becoming, of the so-called future, and fuels the dream of an origin and a time like a conveyor belt flowing towards infinity.