A postcard has the power to show that all things are put on even when we don't count them. In this moment of exchange, confessions open like doors. Every postcard is also a portal. Some time ago, I had the opportunity to activate - in these so-called postcards - a meeting with the artist Massuelen Cristina, which had the point of defusing a conversation about waters and confidences, where linear time loses its shape and where individual and collective memories intertwine , marked by several absences. What happens when an image hiccups?