serious stares at serious photographers
young and black and white
older and grainy and colour
framed behind glass
hanging eye-level
soon to laid to rest in an attic
buried in corrugated oblivion
forgotten
until then, she wanders halls on wheels with other artifacts
baseboards built for the convenience of brooms
paint chosen to calm, to bore
lights chosen to reduce power bills and incidentally, the sense of home
weekly visits, obligatory
a room filled with photos and stuffies, and other silence-breakers
and visitors sit behind forced smiles
afraid that time will one day also leave them
forgotten
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