I've always believed that my photographs were gateways of re-living. With the snap of an image I was empowered to traverse time and reignite periods of my life that would've been swallowed into history's oblivion. But I found an archive of photographs from 5 years back, photographs of a life that I lived so care freely, so emboldened by the visage of youth, and realised that I'd instead died again and again and again.
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