where do the lost memories go?

they are so unknown you wonder how they exist.

“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were. […]

 
Larry Kagan. Check out his site here. His work is merely strings of iron. when a light is reflected from above with certain angle they give a reflection on the wall. I first saw them in OK Harris gallery.
 

He has a tectacle coming right out of his heart. It connects to people, it makes walking so hard.

(via Metro Blogging Istanbul by Ist_Melih)
 photograph by Helllwein amazed me.