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A la Recherche de temps perdu


Truffles gathered from the forest, figs plucked from a tree, some kunas, a rental car's key and a summer hat sums up 17 unforgettable days of holidaying. It is poignant that the holiday ended with a reference to a Remembrance of Things Past. As a fan of photography, an art form which seeks to capture the fleeting,  I accept the temporal nature of things and embrace the lasting nature of memories; Ours to understand, cherish and nurture. 

Fast

Coffee, black and white  


We talk as if time would stand still for us.
Flowing conversation, gesturing hands,
and an afternoon escapes us just like that;
Moments lost, memories made. 

Herodotus

In memory, love lives forever


The tracks we made are now lost 
to the winds whose names
we cannot recall

Empty

Or waiting to be filled?


If I read our story backwards, it's about how I un-broke your heart and then we were happy until one day, you forgot about me completely.