The Story

Tunis Village, Fayoum, Egypt · 2026

I keep thinking about handmade work in a world full of machines. In Egypt, I have heard more than once that what competes with a craft is sometimes simply a tuk-tuk. If driving one makes you more money, why spend years learning a craft?

And just like that, it disappears.

They also often say that we live two lives. One while we are here, and another in the people who remember us after we are gone.

Maybe crafts do too. One life in the hands that know them. A second in the hands that carry them forward.

But for that to happen, the craft has to become worth staying for. Worth choosing. Worth learning.

Worth a second life.

Part of A Human Trace — Collection 01.