Verbrande brief geschreven met inkt van ijzerzouten before 1903

Here's a photograph of a "Burnt Letter Written with Iron Salt Ink." Looking at it, I imagine some unknown hand carefully, painstakingly writing. I mean, that letter has been through it! The image is of a burnt document, so the ink, originally iron salts, has been fired, as in, changed. The paper has been scorched, giving us a glimpse into another time. Was this some kind of secret message, revealed through fire? What does this "anonymous" person mean, and why have they hidden their message? You know, the marks of the letters feel ghostly but persistent. It's like the writer’s intention, though partly destroyed, remains, whispering across the divide. For me, this makes me consider the fragility of communication but also its power to endure, transformed but not lost, echoing through the remnants of the past. It’s this conversation between destruction and preservation that makes art so compelling, isn’t it?