Bianca Caruana

I hold a belief that places call to us. Not only physical places, but places in time; moments. And that call comes from the inside, from a voice we can only hear when the world is silent. At first, the call is subtle, like a light breeze that touches your skin on a summer's day. Then, it becomes a gentle nudge, the way a stranger might graze your shoulder as they hurry past. And soon, if the call