I’m engrossed in editing this image – a scan from an old polaroid which needs lots of fiddly cleaning up from the digitising process. Before long all you see are pixels, and the form they create ceases to exist…but then, WAIT!
I pull back to stretch and realise i am looking into my own eyes. But these are not my eyes. These were my eyes ten years ago.
I am ghost, these eyes are dead – they are no longer vital. I wonder who she was.