Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain
things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you
must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger
of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
― Samuel Beckett
Town XII, 1993
Collage/acrylic on fiberboard
70 x 80 cm / 27.56" x 31.5"