Oblio (italian for oblivion) explores the fragility and transience of memory. As the mouse passes over, memories disintegrate and disappear, evoking the impossibility of holding on to the past, which sometimes must be let go. Each interaction invites reflection on the inevitability of oblivion and the fleeting nature of our existence.
The classroom where I went to school
That hot summer afternoon
The first time I met that gaze
The smell of the kitchen on Sundays
We were in the woods, and then suddenly we reached the top
The faces I have crossed paths with over the years
A song echoing in my head
Memories are destined to fade into oblivion
We too are destined to fade into oblivion
