Emilia

One Wednesday night while I was walking in the park near my house, I found an envelope with the name Emilia under a bench. Without realizing it I put it in my bag and ran to my house. Upon entering, I sat on the sofa and opened it. To my surprise I found a crumpled and folded piece of paper. When I opened it I discovered a note that said: That night where we didn't say anything, but we said so much… The note was intriguing. I wanted to know if there was anything else inside the envelope and when I searched, I discovered 8 photos inside. What surprised me was that all the photos were from the park near my house and one of them was of the bench where I found the envelope. Even though they were poorly taken, I found them intriguing, suspenseful and somehow poetic. There was an inevitable, indescribable connection to these photographic errors and to the incomplete note that I couldn't get rid of the envelope. I appropriated that unfinished story of Emilia without knowing her and without knowing what had really happened. I am facing these questions: Who is Emilia? What happened to her? Why did the photos with error become important to me? Will Emilia be the author of the photos or who? Am I facing a love or horror story? It is difficult for me to find just one answer to these questions, I am seduced by the idea that they have several possibilities of ending or it is enough to just articulate these questions without pretending to have any answer.