shadow of oblivion                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Not everything in the past can be depicted. Human existence is tied to oblivion and nothingness, surrounded by distant memories and imaginations.

Sometimes my memory is not able to recall sporadic faraway moments. It wants, but it cannot.

Following these reminiscences, I first  remember myself behind these mirrors like a fading shadow in the distance. Each piece of the mirror reasonably evokes another. Each and every small piece is an important segment of my life.