By the time I step outside Sant'Agnese church and began to walk towards its backyard, I was almost convinced that this place treated me with indifference. It was on that specific second that a pinecone fell from sky and landed only a half step ahead of me. The rapid but revealing crackling sound cut through the solid atmosphere of the Italian summer afternoon. Suddenly, an aura of rosin pervaded the air. I, from that very moment, was trapped in amber of temporality. All my nonsense seems to start to make sense.

Maybe afterwards, I shall draw pictures about amber with words. If they are true, you will surely see, feel and sense.

1.       Memory as desire

When she decided to leave, she understood that everything she left behind, as memory and stories would eventually become nothing like she used to remember. She once thought that she could get married in this place someday. So by the time she moved, she took that place together with her. And the very thought she left behind is now guarded by someone who accidentally stumbled on her mind and, with no reasons, picked up that thought as if it was a piece of amber. In many people’s eyes, he is gradually vanishing into obscurity. He is so convinced that through that piece of amber, he sees a blink of light, a spirit, and a shape of eternity. In this land where time and memory acquire their own will, even hindsight is prediction while history and memory are simply contingencies.