There is something unreachable and profound in dreams: diffuse contours of shapes and faces, capricious experience of time that expands and compresses in the murky vapours of the vigil, daily events that acquire an unreal and fantastic dimension, recurrence of scenes that strike us incessantly as if wanting to alert us to an omen… For a few weeks now the images of Luis Pereira have been dancing in my mind. Could it be a warning of that fragility of time and memory that haunts us and that we will only manage to understand through dreams?

Photography: We will be a fragile memory.183, Luis Pereira