After the internet blackout in Iran, I was suddenly cut off from everything I knew back home.
I began watching hours of Iranian vlogs, cooking videos, driving footage, and casual uploads, searching for traces of my own memories within them. I waited for the camera to pass my street, the alley to my university, the stray cats I used to feed on my way there.
The work assembles these fragments into a collective journal, an attempt to reconstruct memory through accidental archives.