The Transience of Memory

The Memory much like a Salvador Dali Painting is filed with surrealist things using ever day  objects, that slip and slide out of the doorways in our mind. Windows roll up and down on their own, doors open and close arbitrarily. You’ve entered a dimension where the normal scientific rules are bent on an everyday basis. Youth can be restored if we can just get to the crick of life and heads like dogs lap up the youth sustaining water. Memory is a Bizzaro land in which we create dreams. Memory is the vast wasteland where we recreate our past and try to control and shape the future.

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Athena American Wing
Memory remembering lost youth
Memories of days gone by


Memory: on stone but never in stone.
She Gazes
She Gazes into the Past while Contemplating the Future.
Goddess of Memory
Goddess of Memory gazes at her past.