Symposium: The coming community
On the Roadwhite cement,composite mediums
There is something gradually fading away in my everyday life.
This something is either in a legible form or concealed. The
experience of living in two different time zones is shredded into
fragments and each time when I have to turn on my body
switch to adjust myself in a time zone after a long travel, I feel
like I have lost parts of my memories of living in the other. The
longer I live and exist in this time, the faster the other one
recedes. To me, it almost feels like there is no past, no
tomorrow, but only present.