An allegory of the fears that peek through the memory compartment.
Fear is an obstacle for something that has no form,
did not matter, he lives in the world of ideas,
but that feeds our weaknesses and doubts about ourselves.
The fear, though something abstract,
is able to materialize as a barrier
that we must learn to overcome.
Fear of not having a future.
Afraid to confront what you do not know.
Fear of indifference, which makes us apathetic.
Fear of not being part of the memory of someone, or a place.
Fear of the truth.
Fear of not being free.
Fear of ourselves.
Fear no longer remember themselves.
Memory is a strange thing, are memories of past experiences,
or memories of what we imagine happened.
We must say:
Should be our fears real or is it all imagination?
What are you afraid of?