The piece starts simple, slowly, in black and white. This is representative of memory—recalling the memory of an event, shapes fitting perfectly together, in perfect order. Then the imagination/art starts to color that memory, starts to make it more than it was. It becomes something vibrant, colorful, striking. But underneath that facade is still a memory. And what if we were to lose that? What if there was no art, no imagination? The artistry and the imagination floats away, revealing what's underneath, what's always been there, but it's not enough.
The memory itself fades, leaving us with nothing, blackness.