Folds of memory

We are born without a shirt, naked and every day, every second lived, every experience, becoming a memory, turns into our dress. There, in its folds, is all the past, all the manifested frames of memory.
Smoothly turning over the canvases of memories, re-wrapping herself into her own life, Yulia Sharkina shares with the viewer her inner monolog, filled with joys, grief, pain, death, laughter, childhood, parting, happiness.
Then, at the extreme point, there comes a moment when the past experience becomes too dense and begins to dominate that naked true Self.
The noise of galloping repetitive thoughts drowns out the clear inner voice.
The moment when it is best to free yourself, throwing off the memories of accumulated days.