Day 2050, grandfather. Day's pictures, Poetry Slide film, 199?, the Netherlands I only know my grandfather through myself he himself never understood his own demons only his silence ~ this silence was draped in front of me on the table where I grew up ~ I only know my daemons looking through this draped veil ~ I see his silent shadow behind it it never left it is where he lived he is still there sometimes looking at me like me ~ he never spoke he never will he never lived his silence killed before he diedShare this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related
Nochrisis 
Dat zou wel eens waar kunnen zijn Chris.
Kus Marion
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In ieder geval voor mij…
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poignant and intense.
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Thanks, that’s what I was going for
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