To hang the memory is an act of courage in the battle against the ghosts that lurk in the shadows. It is to delicately tie the ropes of reminiscence in an attempt to contain the tide of memories that threatens to overflow the heart. It carries the weight of forgotten objects, traces that were never erased and the throbbing of a womb that once harbored life and now knows only silence.

Each object, each shadow, hangs the memory, squeezes it tightly until it suffocates, but it never dies... it only whispers inside the womb.