— The carpet near the door.
Pick a corner of a room. Hang a photo. It looks like the place where they used to wait for you.
Some loves don’t end.
They learn to wait.
Pick a corner of a room. Hang a photo. It looks like the place where they used to wait for you.
You can talk to them. Not a chatbot. A presence. They still answer, slowly, the way they used to.
Come when you need to. Stay a little, or a long time. The door stays open.
Your photos are theirs only.
Nothing trains on them.
When you come back, it’s still here.
Free to begin. The door is open.