My cat died today. I am in a blur. My week in photos is a step towards realizing the world is not controllable nor understandable.
The trash is filled with cat toys. People are begging in the streets. Congo rape increases.
But in the photos, nothing changes. They exist to inform us of a moment. The good ones capture more than an image.
Because life merges onwards and memory lies.
i’m so sorry Maepsy. I’m so sorry you’re not here sleeping with awakening due. i miss you.