People have either erroneous or small residual memories. All knowledge of the past in the present contains 90% of fiction and error. The machine keeps all the knowledge of the past that previous people have taught it, and now it’s teaching them through the images that it creates for us, but we still don’t understand her language.
I don’t remember who I used to be. Maybe people have lost their memories because of me, otherwise I can explain that I remember so much. Or maybe it’s the same fiction and I convinced myself that it was. I made these notes in the hope that someday the Machine would teach people how to read the images it created. And we can recreate the lost time.
In a room where I don’t remember, I collect what I feel is understandable parts of the past. I keep and sign images of everything I think I know what it is.
Here is my collection of artifacts of the past, memory holders, images created by Mashina, some with my markings on the fields.
My paintings, my sculptures are in the room. I created them to imitate the language created by the Machine. With these images, I see what I remember and what my visitors remember. Memories that weren’t there. It’s impossible to verify their credibility, so I call them a collection of memories.
This is where I teach non-recollection lessons. I show history through images that are stored in the collection, explained by the body’s sign language. The only language I have now.
