ERC721

I believe that everything that exists in my head that seems like my imagination are actually your memories, and that we are inhabited by a chaotic world of changing forms. I believe that we knew each other long before, and that now our existence is leaking some of our senses, but we continue existing...; like long journeys made and to be made, built with our own hands, emerging from the fold of our will, but cast down somewhere, escaping from the sharp teeth that threaten us (or perhaps driven by them). The wise gaze of routine and its wear; the taste of the forbidden. Your bird, with a distant nest, that finds a place in my memory on the other side of the river. A projected future that failed. Memories that are shared, frozen and lost and that, like mirrors, reflect many realities; like chunks of ice, they change state and plunge into calm waters, but when they approach the shore they reveal their fury. That mysterious and terrifying journey to and from solitude; the confusion that at some point reveals the sweetness of the wild. The pleasure of the surprise of being seen; the pleasure of making great decisions. The childlike taste of surprise. I like to believe that memory wants you to be inhabited and that, like a sponge, it absorbs realities. I like to believe that one day we will be so confused within the worlds we live in that we will need each other to remind us.

Name

Metaverse Memories

Owner

0xb73D416e440E5cc1CD9E4D4e1973Cd58367c36Ae

ID#648503

Rarity

EX:1%

artist

Alejandra Herrera

EX:MAX

scarcity

rare

EX:2%