In search of lost memories
It was in January of this year when I realized that I lost my memory. When I found my family album during cleaning a closet. That was the trigger. I have dimmed, but partial memory before my mother died when I was 16 years old. I do have some memories, but they are not necessarily the ones in the photographs. Those memories seem to be correct, my sister says. Though, few family memories are remembered when I was 16 years old to 29 years old. Especially memories when I was 29 years old is lacking, even it’s just 4 years ago. Those photos were taken just before 3 months my father died. Come to think of it now, at the time I may try to imprint by force the fact that I was there by confirming those photos. I lost my memory totally but I pretend to remember, pretend to recognize the photos because they have become an imitation memory for me. I couldn’t remember most of the images. Seeing photos that I may shoot, I tell myself that my father really died. After a few years later he died, I started tracing his footprints. I thought it was the very only way to reduce the distance between him and me.
Page: 216 pages
Size: 14,5 x 20,2 x 2.7 cm
Publisher: Reminders photography stronghold
First edition limited to 33 copies.