It's amazing how physical spaces can hold so many memories..
I'm sitting at nizams in indiranagar eating a chicken egg roll and I look to my left and see my ex and me sitting in the car...breaking up.
I remember having a conversation about a project where trees in public spaces would have some sort of device where people could upload their conversations or memories..and others could just 'plug and play'...also like that postcard project online where people put down their most intimate thoughts in a postcard format and post it online anonymously...
I remember having a conversation with someone about how some guy wanted to get married to a girl from another city - so they didn't have to deal with his memories with others in the variuos spaces about town...they could start afresh - correction - he.
nizaams reminds me of college...6 or 7 years back...we lived in ingr back then, and would order frequently from here...
there's a cool breeze now...accompanying a pretentious me
I'm sitting at nizams in indiranagar eating a chicken egg roll and I look to my left and see my ex and me sitting in the car...breaking up.
I remember having a conversation about a project where trees in public spaces would have some sort of device where people could upload their conversations or memories..and others could just 'plug and play'...also like that postcard project online where people put down their most intimate thoughts in a postcard format and post it online anonymously...
I remember having a conversation with someone about how some guy wanted to get married to a girl from another city - so they didn't have to deal with his memories with others in the variuos spaces about town...they could start afresh - correction - he.
nizaams reminds me of college...6 or 7 years back...we lived in ingr back then, and would order frequently from here...
there's a cool breeze now...accompanying a pretentious me
