The past can only be captured as an image that flashes in the moment of its recognizability and then irretrievably vanishes ... Because it is an irretrievable image of the past, it threatens to escape with every present that fails to recognize that it is intended within it.
- walter benjamin
The complex relationship between role and life, where one becomes difference within itself until it ultimately nullifies in noisy silence. The fluctuating stability of the life before, turns now into a volatile, murky fluid that flows through cracked fissures of uncertainty. Nothing determines the other anymore. The being itself becomes a double, whose shadow duplicates infinitely, following what remains even in the void.
