archive of memories
In these days where time seems to have stopped each of us delves into our memory in search of ourselves, of what we are made of, to understand perhaps where we are going. It is a journey into an apparently infinite space, a maze. In the end, at the center of that maze, there are mirrors, monolithic, to remind us that memory is nothing but the reflection of what we are now, and the future will always remain a mystery.
THANK YOU
