What are memories worth if no one remembers them anymore?

A mobile made of old photos; finds from a box. I look at them; the memories come flooding back and I feel just like I did back then.

But there are some pictures I simply can’t make sense of; I’m no longer ‘in’ them, so to speak, but ‘out’ of them. Where was that? Who is that? What happened back then?

On the back are my guesses as to where, or who or what that might be.

It’s a playful attempt to deal with forgetting and, in doing so, to remember better: even if I no longer know the facts, a feeling still comes back...