I believe it all comes down to the perfect state of constantly being spoiled… You desire more and more each day when, if you truly remember, there was a time when it was all about a fragment… a brief moment… a smile, a whisper…. all those wonderful bricks with priceless value turning into a structure with a formalized price, diminished by our comfort zone and ownership considerations.

It is much harder later on to accept that an entire self contained and complex puzzle cannot be scrambled back towards the initial enthusiastic fragments while performing a certain state of flashback review and cold stone (re)evaluation.

While targeting a deep, silent and complete alternative for more, I try to let myself believe that whatever lines I’ve crossed I’ve buried them down with a certain reconfiguration of my fragmented memory that could allow me to hope for the more than perfect lost beginnings…