Fragments is a journey peeling off the layers of my memory. While revisiting the places and moments of significant importance for me, I tried to confront reality with an open and candid mind, in an attempt to unveil a truth that does not exist.
My father died when I was 16
I lost my memory
All I have left are fragments
I took a journey through the past
Peeling of the layers, remembering
I needed help
I asked them what happened
Got more fragments – added them to mine
What is mine? What is theirs?
Nothing is true
Nothing is real
Nothing happened