It is a breath, a puff, a wind without shape. How boring would life be if we knew exactly what the soul was?
A mysterious entity to look for, wait for, and finally encounter.
Above all to feel. Here, I believe, lie all the answers.
In this vague wave of feelings and sensations, to be precise, that form the chiaroscuro of the time in which we live.
Souls in chiaroscuro, it could be a good starting point: white black, black white. But even white on white and black on black, much more interesting.
To let yourself go inside these things. To be ready when you encounter your soul.