“Memory is in the in its savage state. It dives into the unconscious and recovers what is repressed; what is hidden; what was defeated and had to sink into oblivion. It storms heaven and, just like when the sun rises, reveals something unknown though yet familiar. The hospitality of adventure; the redemption of the destination, the redemption from the destination; the demand of for some future, of for a geometry of the intangible. The savage memory toys with the impossible, mocks the bourgeois spirit of order, the linear time, the straight line. Memory in the savage state desecrates the monument, mocks the narcissistic anxiety of the present moment, throws the myth of the eternity and the eternity of myth into despair. The savage state of the savage memory is schizophrenic…”
text by Tilemachos Antonopoulos