à travers de la mémoire

“We live suspended between the hope of creation and the nostalgia of memory.”

The speck of dust which has gotten into my eye and is bothering me.
The particle from which everything begins and to which everything returns.

The bond which creates the strength which shelters and defends us.

The speck which makes dust which makes wall which makes the house which makes home which makes life which makes strength. Your life.

The strength which ruins life, destroys home, razes the house, breaks the wall and makes the dust.

The dust which makes the plaster which absorbs the wall which creates memory and save life. Its life.
Only dust remains: dust from demolished, shattered and reconstructed memories.

Lives reduced to dust.