1. As if I’m standing far away from my own presence. I’ve missed the relations. I recall moments; surd and long some…Alike a trice you desire to remember a scent and just can’t.
2. During the past years, I’ve photographed moments, which by a glance, I find a path to past. I see my own self cornered and feel like a wonderer. As if I’m dead and now elapse my memories.
3. I’ve eliminated parts of past, by adding things to olden photos. To create new memories, I photographed them once again. Concurrent with each image’s visibility, the past revealed itself more and more.
4. I haven’t photographed any new ones since. I believe memory is a piece of my
! being. But photos are stagnant instants. The very past’s writs.
Aliyar Rasti