Memory

“I have become an old man now but I miss the Olympic days.”

“I well remember, as a boy growing up in Hungary that there was only one Club for me – Arsenal.”

“But I have no memory. At least, not in the conventional sense.”

“How do you want to be remembered?”

“My work can represent links in the evolving narrative of memory and identity.”

“My tomb shall be in a certain place where each breath of the north wind shall shower down roses upon it.”

“I had a lot of rage that I look back on with amusement.”