Imagine a room full of stories, full of laughter and tears, joy and grief, irony and regrets and full of precious memories, where you want to be left alone, where you can lose your connection to the present and revisit the past to hide from your fears only to make the same mistakes again.
A room where you can only lie to yourself.
A room where daisies that were born near the river are immortalized by their smell that still lingers.
In the end, even if you find the key to the room, you’ll find that the only thing hanging in the air is a faint sound: “Hmm...”
