These are the last photos I have of my grandmother before she succumbed to cancer. She's holding her first, great-grandchild.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
I've lost myself in a swathe of disillusionment. Life can get seemingly ordinary at times, maybe this is why we are sentimental: Desire. We're always wanting for things though not necessarily new things. Just a return to the old can be enough of a new feeling.