Lately (as you can see) I'm dusting off some of my Mac folders. Tons of memories suddenly appear. Of course all of them are closely related to people: classmates, flatmates, friends...it's inevitable to loose contact with the most of them. Sometimes due the vicissitudes of life, like changes of residence or work. And sometimes because you want it that way. If I learned something in life is that you cannot get along with all people you meet. It's impossible. And at least it isn't nobody's fault: there are characters completely incompatible. So at that point the better way to go on is to put a wall between them and you.
The Wall (2005), acrylics on cardboard.