It's crazy to think about the fact that there were complete civilizations way before our own. Many civilizations fell to plague, war, or greed. Some just disappeared for no apparent reason at all. The answers and stories of these people often became lost to time. The ruination of people can take many forms, both metaphorically and literally. For some, they seek solace in the spirit of a religion or higher ideals. For others, they find respite in drink or in solitude. Walking out among the ruins, we are reminded of humanity's achievements and failures simultaneously. We are also reminded of our own mortality and how very fragile our bodies are. Whether you believe in reincarnation or not, we are able to catch glimpses of lives through artifacts-- once-cherished memories decaying through time and neglect. So, in this spirit, we look at the ruins of memory through imagery and the fragments of storied life they tell us.

xoxo,

Ally