You return in my dreams, bringing the colors you loved, but darker.

Mother, you will return in my dreams in a thousand guises—for I continue to remember every detail of you—yet not as before, diluted by familiarity, but rather as fragments of an idea I have built up over the years. While time passes, this idea becomes increasingly distorted in its quest for truth. You return in my dreams, bringing the colors you loved, but darker.

In a dimly lit room, you are wearing your favorite hat—one that makes me think of a seventy-year-old border. Yet you wear it in your own way, and there is nothing gloomy about it. An anachronism with its feet planted in childhood.

Giulia Mouse Mum's favorite (2026)