“The chemicals ate up the plate too fast. Memories are a reflection of our processes as human beings, they don’t exist in a vacuum. They are corroded, contaminated, uncontrolled, affected by time and surrounding conditions. Manipulation is possible to a degree, then they become something unrecognisable. The lines here look like scars, scars of any kind, maybe the scars you find on trees, the furrow on the soil, the wrinkle on a dress, on sheets, on a face. 

A mark of something that has passed there, it’s not there anymore, but it’s now there for good, only in a different manner of it. It’s an impression of a fleeting moment you’ll never catch again, but you can never lose.

And if it’s black, or red, or green, it doesn’t always matter, because conditions change and the iron rusts as much as the stone grows musk on it, leaving a fresh mark again. And it carries on. Over. And over. And over again. ”