Trees, rivers, plants, and anything that reminds me of her is now a vague image languishing in obscurity; an obscurity plunked from her departure. Since then shadows have also been cut off from the reality, wandering around like a ghost. These images were once objects of my passion of seeing. But now they look like memories rooted in the depth of my soul, or scars of an old wound that don’t heal. It feels like a “presence” that torments me, stresses me out, and screams inside my inner silent world.

It is something beyond expression…

Time changes perceptions!