Nostalgia - The Last Time We Remembered It

Life is to be conceived of as a picuresque journey full of ephemeral encounters that we all undertake on our way home to death. Edesiu's great success lies in at least the partial restitution of that primal home. Our memories are not storehouses within which we display these ancient treas s, but manufactories within which we fashion and re fashion our pasts. We may experience ours eves as immutable and outside of time, but as the great argentinian fabulist, george louis boges put it, time is the substance i am made of.