Memory is a mystery and special gift given to human beings.
And all gifts come from the concept of “Absence.”
The world is under the rule of time.
As time passes, memory becomes fragmented and distorted.
Therefore, there is no such thing as a perfect, “true” memory.
We often unearth “false” memory.
It is not clear when I first became obsessed with remembering moments.
Since I know that past cannot return,
I keep remembering it in an effort to preserve and recall someone,
some moment, and some knowledge.
The world is vain, empty, and fleeting.
Everything is ruled by time.
Memories fade.
I forget.
But,
I believe fragments of memory remain somewhere
And stacked in a place I cannot know.
It must be surreal.
