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Home has always felt elsewhere.
Aimless wanderings across new territory, armed only with my camera; I search
for familiarity, anything to relate to, anything to extract some meaning from... I
dream of repairing my longing with belonging— a new home to latch onto.
Even as I start to feel at peace with the present, my presence and place, I have already
become nostalgic for it.
I sit, finally at peace— how do I seize it? How do I achieve the impossible?
I catalogue what I see, simulacra souvenirs, in the hopes that I can take this moment with
me. I mustn’t be fooled: the camera only captures the moment that has already disappeared.
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