I spent my childhood in the countryside, I can remember my mom and grandma worked hard and soaked in sweat every day so sunlight can go through their clothes. I also remember the big wind blew up the clothes hung outdoors which became dancing people around.
They turned out to be thrown away over time, everybody’s changing. What is actual memory? When we always move on, we save the memory to a new file or just overwrite it? I found the vintage clothes from flea markets, they used to be part of someone and I consider them as databases to simulate an abstract history. In an era of meaning surplus, is history still a necessity?
