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.

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Pages: 216 pages

Size: 145 x 202 x 27 mm

Year: 2015

Edition: 33  

Publisher: Reminders Photography Stronghold

 

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