Our reminding memory of places we once knew is the reign of the ruin. The way we held ruins in our memory resembles the way we perceive spaces in the dreams. The instability of frames in the dreams, the sliding, the metamorphoses are able to suggest a perceiving mechanism fitting the peripheral worlds. In order to act upon this osmotic state of being we need to identify all to a continuum that causes the altered identities. Memory and imagination are the support of this Proteic tide.
Ruins rise from the earth and end up in our memory.
A ruin is a specter through which we can distinguish a dimmed, misty world we have created ourselves. The swing between equivocal worlds, hard to be determined in their nature, the interpenetration or the overlapping of the ontological layers of the ruin relates to their poetical nature. The ruin stretches over its proximity impressing on the space some features of its own. This space becomes full of our memories. A palimpsest space, a narrating space in which the ruin swings between our world and our tale s fiction, fabricated world.