Let’s put all our treasures together
— the clocks, plates, cups cracked by the cold —
into a sack and carry them
to the sea
and let our possessions sink
into one alarming breaker
that sounds like a river.
May whatever breaks
be reconstructed by the sea
with the long labor of its tides.
So many useless things
which nobody broke
but which got broken anyway.
~ PABLO NERUDA
From Ode to Broken Things
Photographs by Sahastrarashmi
Text from a poem by Pablo Neruda
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