The Morning You Left,
I Was Pretending To Be Asleep

How easy is it to accept change and cope with loss? How do we manipulate photographs in order to erase memories and ease pain? Constantine Cavafy, in his poem The God Abandons Anthony, praises those who stand courageously in the face of the greatest loss. However, I often find myself with closed eyes when separation approaches. This feeling is akin to a child losing their favorite toy. No, it's not a matter of ownership but rather a question of self-definition. When you lose something that belonged to you, and the place you had for it remains empty, you don't know where you stand, you can't tell where your place is anymore. These pictures were never taken with the intention of forming a series. Only after developing the rolls did I realize they all spoke to the same subject, or so I thought. And now, I can imagine that while saying goodbye to Alexandria, Anthony must have shed a lot of tears.

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