I dream of an edible burden. One that could be bitten, salivated over, swallowed. But alas, none of the cakes I eat can dissolve the thickness of the freight I carry, that silent tragedy that clings and refuses to melt. The magic of sugar remains ephemeral.

During my four months in Guatemala, I met a people of carriers. Steles of chairs, tree trunks, fragments of mountains, humble construction materials, opulent desserts: with their heads tilted forward, under the gaze of the volcanoes, these people carry everything, often on their backs. Quantities of objects, visible things… and what else, what of the intangible, the shadowed? These Guatemalan carriers inspire me. With them, I try to dream. To dream of the burden, simply. To imagine those weights that, on the cobbled streets, go unspoken and unsaid. To caress intangible densities, silences, that will never yield under the teeth.

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