I have nobody who hugs me

I have revisited my work, unfortunately never really completed because the structure where these people lived was at a certain point definitively closed("Don Luigi Nicco" family house in Tuscany-Italy). I also gave a real cut to the original photos by performing cropping and resizing, re-contextualizing the images as if to give a second life, a second possibility. Second chance that unfortunately photographed people have never had. Their life, not life, they mostly spent it in various structures, in the world but outside the world. Isolated as in a limbo, suspended between our world and another world. And although these people were alive, I have always perceived them as already dead. Their absence presence put my entire world and my perhaps false certainties into a crisis, and imposed very serious questions on the meaning and why of life. Meaning and why I am still looking for today.