How do memories work? How can I see things with my eyes closed? I believe a memory can be as subtle as the shadow of a leaf dancing with the wind, a flower blooming under the moonlight or a curious dog staring at me from a distance. These images are never organized in my mind. They feel more like the pile of photographs covering my room’s floor as I write this. By transforming them into collages, or whatever you like to call them, I try to organize my memories and find connections between them. Most of the time, I fail to do this. Sometimes it’s too hard to even start when I feel like it might be too much to organize.