The following images are a mix of negatives captured in various locations and later combined.
They belong to a dead present that, through its repetition, continues to fascinate and unsettle me—a dream that, by mutating, relies on its visual representation to offer answers that are clear only in their immediate perception.
Everything implodes and crystallizes into a point of view that ceases to be subjective, shifting instead to a faceless third-person perspective.
In essence, this is all I remember or perhaps the only thing I have repressed.