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All that is Solid Melts to Air, 2020-2022

Try to remember a moment from when you were young. What did it feel like then? How does it feel now? Can you describe it?
Can you pinpoint a place or are we back where we started?

The echoes of my memory fade and swell over time; they tell a story that I want to believe. One of sunburn and dirt, of water and slip & slides. I can remember the taste, but I can’t quite taste it.

These are closer to memories of a memory,
like the pages of a photo album that wasn’t made. Like the reflections of a world that I thought were real. I can remember the sound, but I can’t quite hear it.

Time keeps moving, while all that is solid melts to air.