折柳赠别

I am losing my memories, yet as I wander through the mists of recollection, fleeting moments of clarity emerge through the fog of forgetfulness. The opaque clouds part, and apricity caresses my face gently, bringing back memories of warm farewells. Europe, a land of diverse cultures, intricate histories, tales of tragedy, and revolutions, was never unchanged. It was a place of aspirations and longings for some, while others sought to preserve or disregard its complexities. What did I witness there?

I recall azure waves, the textures of everyday European life, en passant. Snapshots of old and new, continuity and change. Collective identities in the midst of individual metamorphosis…

(work in progress)