This is not a book of answers. It is a catalogue of dust.
Enter a house where time has stopped at 4:17 and every object tells a story of what has been left behind. From the worn fabric of an armchair to the dead silence of an unplugged telephone, this collection of intimate observations finds the profound in the mundane.
“The Dust of Things” is a quiet, unflinching look at the geography of a single room, a meditation on the weight of memory, and an inventory of the ordinary things that become the last remaining monuments of a life. It is an invitation to sit in the silence and notice the history written in scuff marks, the ghosts sitting in the furniture, and the slow, steady settling of dust on everything that remains.
Do not look for a guide or a lesson. Just open the door.
