Copyright © Svenja Michelle Behle
No Remedy for Memory.
I wish I was made out of time.
The relationship we share with place and memory. How we feel the inherent need to hold onto something, like a remedy for the loss of a home, a moment, a future. We keep our experiences like treasures, snow globes of our finite experience in time. How we are a mosaic of our memories. What has been will forever have been.