“Forget me not. Do not forget me. The memory of unseated from anything that has not yet been structured around what we have been accumulating in an uncertain place and has not yet been pigeonholed or assimilated. What we have but don’t show, the place of intimacy not public makes us great and where we live part of our strength. We are much better because we do not show everything we are. Only Forget me not of our memories and texts make we are still standing. “
B.Plossu, 2002