5th September 2008….An other day passed in my human life. Wondering around the streets of Stockholm, i finally settled on a bench in front of Strut-Gallerian near Kungsgatan Ostermalmstorg, and allowed my self again to break into those tiny pieces of my intangible but solid existence…..these pieces, “memories”, “emotions”, “destiny”, to name a few; all having their own lives and their own deaths and all detached from each other like the crowd i see now on this busy street… all in pursuit of their own happiness. The “Memory”, thinking about all the people I want to remember and all i don’t want to remember and trying to find happiness in…