Complexity, fragmentation and uncertainty

Space exists as a collection of different memories.

From the very first moment I laid my eyes on the city of New York, I pondered relentlessly upon the fading images of places that were piling up in my memories and the scenery that was just in front of my eyes. While I recall the memories of my own as if it were just yesterday, I asked myself a question. What is this city called New York for individuals? At the same time, my mind was full of contrasting ideas that coexisted with one another. They were the excitement I had of figuring out the city desired by all and my doubts whether this is all just a mere fantasy.

Different subjects, memories, and emotions that accumulate as time passes by were scattered everywhere to the extent where no single factor could represent the city. And it became a space that can no longer be defined. An existence that does not represent anything substantial on its own, excluded from the dimension of time, is intertwined with photos and substances that have a different physical property. As such, images of the memories of the individual fades gradually away from us. This is the moment when all the things we have encountered in the city of New York becomes a private matter.