Souvenir

I visit an archaeological site in order to feel small.

Because I have nowhere else to go

but I need to leave.

Because my current landscape doesn't include me

so I'm looking for a Place

a Space

to hold me.

Something that once existed

and now serves as a Reminiscent.

Because I want to contact me through a third party

that welcomes my thoughts and questions, without answering

it just hosts me

it allows me

to be.

I visit a monument to grab the momentum

to remember how I was

to access Memory.

I seek witnesses of Time

of change

something that lasts

proudly endures

without referring to.

Just by standing there.

The Past inhabits me

it defines me

it sculptures my body through which I experience

unintentionally.

I recently heard something interesting

"The Landscape is the third member of a romantic relationship"

The Landscape enables Love

or forbids it

undermines it

the Space idealizes a romance

or grounds it

in any case it always witnesses

validates

that It really happened

to Me.

What happened to me.

                                             What is happening to me.

When in search for courage

I often look towards the Acropolis

feels like gasping for air

I lift my head up

and I look for something Old

something odd

Like a person who has went through an experience

Like a conversation with someone at my village who knew my grandfather.

He feels like he knows me

he sees my grandfather on me

he meets him through me

For him I am archaeology

though unwrinkled yet

but for him I am a Gate

A door to the past

A validation that once there was someone

who is now lost

But left Me behind.

As reminiscent.

A Souvenir.