Photography- Photographer Sofia Falco
Forget the postcard. Look at what’s holding it up.
Look past the monument.
Look at its base—
the worn stone where generations
have leaned and sat and waited.
The soul isn’t in the grand design.
It’s in the scuff on the doorstep.
The patina on the handrail.
The gossip exchanged
at the same street corner
for a hundred years.
These are the anchors.
The proof of life, lived.