The Weight of Carbon (To Carry Is to Remember) is a simple act: one body, one charred tree, moving through the city. Yet the burned trunk is not a prop; it is a fossilized breath of forests, fires, exhaust pipes and power plants, resting on a human shoulder for a while. Carbon becomes a visible burden that usually sits invisibly in our lungs, our buildings, our habits. As you watch this slow procession, whose weight do you feel on your own body, and how much of it are you willing to keep carrying?