Disasters and endless and indecisive events, remnants of a history of not so long ago…

Debris and broken stones of mansions that were once prosperous…

Broken and forworn grave stones, Absence in Absence…

Fate of people, and forgetfulness and each time new beginings from point zero, without any memories of past; without any outlook for future…

And the inherent story that the stones have and their original shape that is unrecognizable…

Recovering the depth of catastrophes, with details and historical accuracy…

Decay of stones and decay of events…

A sterile recovery of what has come to pass…

Maybe…

Maryam Farzadian