Installation – Gosodiad
“It is not in the successive time, but in the spectral realms of memory.
As in dreams, behind the high gates there is nothing, not even a vacuum.
As in dreams, behind the face that no one sees us. Front without reverse,
single-sided coin, things.
These are the miseries real time the precipitate leaves us.
We are our memories, we are that chimerical museum of changing shapes,
that heap of broken mirrors.”
Cambridge by Jorge Luis Borges