Series of Childhood
Sometimes I think about sustaining my life using my childhood memories as nourishment. It is not because my current life is the result of my childhood, but because of my propensity to subtly enjoy this irony, in which time that has passed cannot be repeated through reversal. My childhood has been embellished and dramatized so many times that it will become a part of me and make me live. It is a work of exploring what was there in the first place by going back on the ship of memory to the irretrievable time.