short stories by Omay 

dates 2011-2013 cameras: Contax t2 Contax g2 

At 83 years old...my grandmother left to create her own world within her house, one that we would have played in as young children. Now on the rare occasion when i would visit, the moment you enter a real sense of time had frozen. Layers of history place on top of each other, making me feel a little overwhelmed packages of memory's hidden away. Objects attached on to the  wall....all reminders of these lost memory's. Strangely even after spending a huge amount of my childhood there, I felt like a stranger in the house. Even after seeing  objects that would activate good memories twelve years ago......they somehow seemed lost to me or maybe a defence method leaving me feeling detached from my past as if it was someone else's.