It is the nature of memory to allude and torment. With its precarious nature and unavoidable bias, memory is a dangerous thing to dwell on, though it weaves and builds our entire identities. Every moment immediately transformed into a recollection, reality remains an unstable state that is reconstructed in our minds - every second of every day. Our only control lies in choosing how to respond to this all-consuming force - a quest which, truly, has no resolution. 

 

Inherent in each of the senses, nostalgia, elation or pain can be triggered by the slightest touch, the faintest smell or the softest whipser. Memory becomes a space which we occupy and, sometimes, lose ourselves to.