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:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
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Dat zou wel eens waar kunnen zijn Chris.
In ieder geval voor mij…
poignant and intense.
Thanks, that’s what I was going for