“Being forgotten, she thinks, is a bit like going mad. You begin to wonder what is real. After all, how can a thing be real if it cannot be remembered? It’s like the Zen koan, the one about the tree falling in the woods. If no one heard it, did it happen? If a person cannot leave a mark, do the exist?”
Artist: Daniel Ametefe Kukubor (@ametkukubor)
