The complex of memory, the result, the almost invisible line of senses that complete the puzzle of reminiscence.
I hear. A scene of my life at the first glance of the world, of mother, the power of the first love.
A strong smell and taste , the memory of death, a blind man walking through life, a childhood memory well guarded in the conscious world of our personality…
A recollecting trip through memory’s boxes and through our character…
We are born, what is life for him, for me?
The power and influence of senses in a harmonic soundscape , and their independent energy.
The smell of the rain.
A cherry tree standing above me. Leafage that rustles imperceptibly, did I forget something on the tree?
Technological means that create sounds and images replace the original recollection…
What is a recollection?