when form and matter become memory
a dense, silent presence, stratified, geometric, seemingly shaped by the patience of another era, one in which time settled slowly over things, leaving visible traces,
memento speaks of time lived, with every volume, every edge, it preserves through shadow the imprint of that time; above all, is a contemporary relic, where the light falling across its surface deepens perception, the relief turns into rhythm and functionality becomes almost secondary to symbolism,
an object that marks time not by its passing, but by its ability to hold it still,
memento is what remains when everything else seems to pass,
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the form of time preserved
it is a gesture of slowing down, an exercise in presence, it is what remains, when everything else seems to pass.
