The Architecture of Memory

What we remember saves us—especially when it hurts.

This isn’t about looking back—it’s about what finds you when you’re not trying. The way memory ambushes you mid-step, mid-sink, mid-silence, with proof you were here once, and it mattered. This photo doesn’t explain the piece. It opens the door to it. What’s inside isn’t nostalgia—it’s weight, breath, flicker, and return.

Memory is not a vault. It’s a cu…