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I pick through your ashes, hope they sober up my headI observe them through the magnifying lens of the camera. A mix of grey and white rocks almost impossible to differentiate, magnified however, each grain is absolutely unique. I begin to recognise them for the uniqueness that is hidden. One by one I sift through the ashes; it is repetitive, monotonous, never ending like my grief. I set myself the impossible task of photographing each grain. Quantifying the grief, handling the material his body has become. Whilst counting and photographing - at the same time coming closer to my own mortality.
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