In a world of relevance, we do not need the irrelevant. Yet it exists. Every time I am out there, I am always on the lookout for the relevant. Yet I end up getting curious and attracted to things that are seemingly unimportant. I try to make sense, yet I end up with none. I look for a reality, yet I am ignorant. Why am I tracking an unknown past, of which I will never ever know the truth? I am intrigued by these images with their unknown past, which seems to reflect on them. These are just images where I am trying to search for a story. You can choose to look at them or look away. They can not be measured or expressed in words. They can not be avoided to look at if they come your way. They are instant memories, that one might or might not forget.