We save things. Little trinkets and tickets and pieces of objects that remind us of memories: people we loved, things we felt, places we've been. And we hope that the thing we saved will freeze the memory in time, so that whenever we want or need, we can visit it, completely preserved, and we'll never have to worry about forgetting it. As time goes on, we collect these things, as we may be desperately trying to remember more and more. But in spite of this, memories aren't captured in accurate snapshots, preserved in their form as when they were created. Memory is living, changing, imperfect, and may eventually die.
This collection is dedicated to those who fear forgetting, those who've lost their minds, and those children who care for them.