This is how I have carried the love of old things to this day, firmly anchored in my heart. Witnesses, they carry in them the memory of passing time. Our History. This story is what founds us, deeply, builds us and gives us perpetuity.

This past of mine has led me to this adventure undertaken between the pages of this magazine, chronicle of the passage of time. The Forget Me Not Chronicle was born between the strange days of 2020, in this distraught time we are passing through. I am from my time, a time without borders and I believe that existence is made up of small pieces that are linked together like the pearls of these precious necklaces made from jewels of the seas. We are a whole, in time and in space. To deny the past is to deny one's deep identity. We are made of shadow and light, war and peace, laughter and tears. We are an amalgamation of past, present and future. We will make more mistakes, and we will do more wonders. And we will grow and shine. Because we are the human miracles that we are.