MANY, MOLTS, MUCHOS, by Alfons Cornella

I have never known why I am so fascinated by these images of the same things seen in a single moment. In reality, therefore, this book captures moments, not things. And I have tried to note what they told me, what they made me think. It is precisely because of repetition that there is oneness. Being one is discovering that there are many like you who, nonetheless, are subtly different. The world is made up of many “ones”. Alfons Cornella