Room

There are various room filled with nu- merous memories.

I wonder how ouremory survives and how it changes as time goes by. I focus on memory remained in our un- consciousness which can be remained intact as before or can be edited according to time, feeling or ef- fect of their surroundings. In terms of opening door, the memory comes to me by opening door. I can’t open the door. They only can open and come to me suddenly. I believe the memory has their own volition.

Employing digital technologies while talking about memory might sound quite awkward. Today we have a new disease called “digital dementia,” which often affects young people. Because today digital is so prevalent, it reminds us of things. Hence, we no longer need to memorize something. As a result, we can- not even remember plain information. And we take a picture to save our memory to the extent that we are unsure of whether it is for remembering or an unconscious habit. Because everyone photographs things now, there is no need to remember anymore. However, I discovered a few pictures of which I have no memory of taking on my cellphone photo album. I had the impression that these devices, which were invented to improve our lives, are tak- ing our precious memory away from us. I feel sorry for memo- ries that are fading away. It is ironic that I talk about the value of memory through a machine that is taking our memory away. Nowadays, we capture moments using a camera in order to keep memories with us. In doing so, we are putting the cart before the horse. It seems like our act of remembering has become almost our purpose in life. Talking about my daily routines these days, I take pictures of something that I need to remember. From a shop’s opening and closing hours and class schedule to a things-to-buy list, the entire course of my day including trivial things is cap- tured in pictures, even if they are not particularly hard to re- member. When I eat lunch, I automatically photograph the food. Somebody said a photo is all that remains, because we know that memory soon expires, that pleasure or excitement quickly peters away.