In the past, everyone used to write letters to each other out of love. And when the separation came and the two people sat down to get an armchair, they would first return the words in black and white letters to each other. As if giving them everything will be erased. Will disappear. But, two thousand and twenty astronauts landing on Mars or going to be more digital; What can people actually do to forget something or to remember something new?
Will page after page become curious like an attentive reader or forget everything with a goldfish memory chip? Unfriend, block! Or spreading the melancholy of Maya that holds beauty; Which one night will start the retrospective ceremony? Survival seems to be a great genius where the death of the plague spreads its wings in the depths of endless light. Still, even then ...
At midnight, the origami of the walls trembles unprepared in the breeze blowing through the open windows, the books on the table become silent spectators of feelings, and the old emotions overflow in the mailbox.