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Why is it when you go back to a childhood place things seem less vivid? Less idea? More empty? Why do I feel empty when I go back to my first apartment? To my old swimming place? The impression of it no longer hold my presence or that ecstatic feeling I had as a child. All that is left is a void of shadows from that memory.
In this work I attempt to explore the idealization of a child's memory, of the attachment of places, of time passing and of my identity.