There are many ways to define our fragile existence... many ways to give it meaning but it is our memories that shape its purpose and give it context....the private assortment of images, fears, loves, regrets.

For it is the cruel irony of life that we are destined to hold the dark with the light, the good with the evil, success with disappointment. This is what separates us, what makes us human... And in the end, we must fight to hold on to the present....