An exhausting memory diary..

Places remain as they are only in our memories, and things remain as they are only as we have recorded their details within us. Time surprises us when it separates us from people and places, but we remain carrying from the past what we would like to remember for the rest of the days of our lives, despite our awareness that this is impossible. And that nothing stays the same.Eid Stephen writes in his short story collection, "The Diary of a Weary Memory," about the past that remained alive inside him. He recalls yesterday with an inexhaustible longing, despite his awareness of the disappearance of memories with those who left. However, he continues on the old path, asking about loved ones, and about everything that was lost on the roads. life. These stories engage with the present moment by evoking shuddering nostalgia and bemoaning ongoing losses. These narrative images are written from the pale world of memory, from the intersection between now and yesterday and between prose and poetry, so we do not know where the poem ends? Where does the story begin?