Memoriae, 2018 (Pt.2 of the series „A tribute to the searchers“)
1912, Paris „Chassez le naturel, il revient au galop“ No mind in this world can fully forget a memory. The city of light haunts you with the memories of your past only to have you drown them out with alcohol later on. My salvation, my cure, my treatment against this evil that plagued my mind. I thought then of love as evil, as something which drags out each and every drop of willingness out of you just to see you in pain. Only through pain can you find love, a tough truth which echoes through every street light in Montmartre. I tried chasing the evil away, but it kept coming back. There were nights where the bourboun got to me and all I saw was her face only to fall asleep on a nearby bench in a part of new to me at the time. The strongest descisions require the strongest wills, but no will can erase a memory not to mention one so strong. A man can have many faces but the facade will crumble under its own weight eventually leaving the image of a scarred child in the rubble. I