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empty signifiers
past home

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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