a cup of water in the caravan

I’ve had the opportunity to do a long travel around Europe and it was when it got closer to the end that I got to thinking about memories, especially the ones that fade away with time.

I came to the conclusion that not all the stories that we get to live stay with us. And maybe that’s for the best, after all the brain can not store so much, at least mine, because most of the time he is occupied with unuseful stuff.

Inspired by these stories that may be left behind, I decided to do this kind of journal as backup storage for my brain to remember more unnecessary stories, memories that most probably are forgettable, and to keep some annotations from a dyslexic creative mind like mine.

The beginning of this, started on a very particular night in a small caravan. (*caravan drawing below)

Leaving for 12 hours in that small space, alone, without much to do and with a feeling of some sickness approaching, I decided to start this backup storage with a simple recording, that is now available in the link below.