Forgotten Memories

I walk in the alleys and sometimes reach walls that used to be housed. I frame myself onto the wall and weave my imagination into the carpet. Many a child has happily chased each other on this carpet! Many a souvenir has been set on the niche. Many a smile has swum in the pond of the courtyard. Many an eye has counted the stars on the roof and cried in the seclusion of the storage room. I capture the walls collapsing and link them to the pictures of the forefathers’youth– those great men who are no longer alive or whose faces have cracks.