The present - fractured, is constantly erasing itself, leaving few traces. Things catch my attention, although beautiful and transient, I do not remember them for very long. But old memories persist, intact... however unattainable. More extreme entanglements, repetition and reverberations give way to calmer moments. The unfamiliar increasingly becomes the familiar, whilst the nostalgia of a non existent past continues to linger and the future remains unknown.