Some Things are Better Left Untold

A villa surrounded by secular trees in the South of Italy. A secret path to the sea. A small church where lie the bodies of mummified monks. The ruins of an ancient city eaten by the sea... When I saw these places for the first time, you were with me. Returning to Italy, I try to find what remains of you there. Could I remember every detail of the moments we spent together during those summer days? What have we left behind us?