strewn upon the walls,
snapshots of days gone by,
of better days and forsaken places.
Together they tell a story,
for better or worse.
Stories of love, hate,
sorrow, and forgiveness.
These are the memories
that will one day fade,
sink into the bottomless pit of ashes
that already lies before us.
The pit of the forgotten,
of the ghosts of things gone by.
For this is how all things will be,
until the memory of those who are gone,
only linger in those who remember,
in those still living.
And in this way,
humans and photography are the same.
Both with the ability to be lost,
both bestowed the power of remembrance.


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