The weight of memories

There was a whole truckload of reasons to leave Zurich and Switzerland. These days I am here one last time to tie up loose ends.

I am disgusted and saddened by all the memories this place evokes. At least I can practise ignoring people and living in my cosmos.

These memories carry weight.

The heat at lunch was paralysing and I needed a task to wrest something from it all. Is it possible to create a valid work with only what I see in the immediate vicinity? The longer I sit at the screen in front of the result, the more the answer is yes.

Satisfaction mingles with sadness and disgust.