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here resides an intermedia rtist ex tumblr: sjajneniti.tumblr.com i reblog occasionally and every photo i post here is mine i obey jesus christ. who do you obey?

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I am happy you are back to posting your photography again!

yeah!

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on the last blog i had on tumblr i was reblogging posts like this. now i have a photo of my own. this eye is my grandma's eye and she sees normally. they didn't do a good job on her cataract surgery. usually no one cares much about people, especially older ones.

grandma's sister died few years ago and she was in stadium where she said good morning every time she woke up from a nap. my grandma has really ugly dementia, seems like her sister, she inherited it from her mom.

she is unaware of the passage of time and cannot recall anymore how many years have passed since her childhood. her memories are jumbled, and it's tragic that bitterness has taken root as she longs for the past. and her physique, which is shrinking and coming closer to the ground, has grown arrogant.

i perceive discomfort in the comfort of familiarity based on my personal life decisions and the experiences of people around me. the best perspective, though, comes from closely observing this shift in grandma's life. i'm making a project that conveys nostalgia in the genuine light of indolence and lifelessness. the longing that keeps us from moving forward, from living. people have an inclination to dwell on memories, but personal history is only as valuable as it is comprehended and lessons implemented in the present. we don’t have all the time in the world. 

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