I can’t recall myself. There is no whole and constant me. Just the flow of accidentally remembered visions and scenes that might have happened. All of them are connected only by the fact of my body that was a bad&breakfast for different persons. Memory loves to play tricks. Story is an illusion. I want to catch this accidentallity and unimportance of events; to find the shadow of some-self that is lost in the video-garbage as in the only objective and truthful memory.