My Sweet Elora
1. Never Die my Love
2. Untill the last tear drop falls
What Once Was
At Arm’s Length
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My grandfather’s favourite film. He even named my father after a character in the film.
The synposis: ‘’Yury Zhivago, a man torn between his love for two women while caught in the tumultuous course of 20th century Russian history.’’
These video’s are audio reactive to my grandfather’s voice that’s singing a love song.(before the next teardrop falls (1974, Freddy Fender). They are supported by pieces of text that are picked out of both mine and my grandfather’s diary.
13-04-2024
This is my last night here.
I was never good at goodbyes, even worse at leaving.
I would stay if I could.
Change my name.
Fake my death.
I shake my head in disaproval
I am back in my body.
I am back on Smith St.
This is my last night here.
I decide to take final late night stroll.
Victoria park.
Lover’s Leap.
Pine trees form a familiar maze that I’m sure I could navigate with my eyes closed by now. The soil beneath my feet is soggy. The limestone slippery.
I climb over the wall near the gorge, my feet dangling into nothingness.
I close my eyes.
I inhale.
I see a cavern.
I see pine trees.
I see a solar-eclipse.
Antlers.
Archives.
American Robins
The smell of snow and gasoline.
The smell of sweat and the right-side of someone’s neck.
I hear shoes awkwardly squeaking on the floor of party, as both you and her: hand in hand, dance into my thoughts.
You lead. It’s clear you two haven’t danced before. Your hands are wrapped around her waist. The grip is hesitant at best.
She spins and twirls around. Floating. She seems young. Innocent. Confident in her movement.
I swear I recognise that face.
I exhale.
I would stay if I could.
I hum.
I sing.
I whisper sweet little nothings.
I lie.
I leave.
Just like you did.