Photography-Photographer Mathias Reding
Objects with a first life gone, and a second one waiting
Under the bridge,
the light turns flat and silver.
Tables appear in long uneven rows:
single cups, bent frames, radios, keys,
shoes without partners,
lamps with no shade left.
Everything here has already belonged
to someone else.
A man turns a screwdriver in his hand
like he might remember it.
A child taps a cracked bowl.
Dust rises, settles, rises again.
This place is not built on beauty.
It is built on afterlives—
the strange dignity
of things not yet discarded.