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The light shone through the gauze and burnt my skin 

We longed for light and sometimes it was too intense, it burnt. The memories faded but the images were kept. Some of the films expired and some of them stayed the same. The fragmented pieces are the puzzle to the whole picture and yet the gaze went though them and nothing was left, being in a floating state overlooking the the idea of belonging. 

​Negative Space

Aug 2021

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