This work is born while I was waiting for a return, that of my mother, who, in December 2020, was hospitalized in the intensive care unit because of Covid. In that moment of waiting, during that stalemate in which past, present and future seemed fused and confused to me, I looked at the old photos of my family. From those photos I have extracted only fragments and details that compose a series of moments. Faced with this reconstruction of non-linear temporality, one wonders: what if our existence fluctuated in circularity, repeated itself every time and immutably advanced? Then the succession of instants would condense into a single present and eternal moment. Cyclically, everything returns to the way it was in the past: the sensations are the same, there is no difference between them, as if we were immersed in a time spiral that whirls around repeating its own passages.