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  • Some hours of some days I forget that I am nearly blind with Retinitis Pigmentosa, then I remember and have to watch my thoughts and breathe and breathe. The bones in my spine press on the nerves. I also hurt my foot. I feel old. Then I sit and talk and forget, Then I remember. So many moments string together every day. Where do we go? Yesterday I ate with a man, who is terminally ill with lung cancer. He always used to be desperate, smoking, drinking, driven, unhappy. I never got close to him. Now he is relaxed, he smiles, he forgets and then remembers some, he is very skinny, he wants to see the ocean, he talked about death coming and we cried, him and me and his wife, we touched each other`s hands. When he went to the bathroom, his wife told me: we were going to divorce after 35 years and then he got cancer. I have often wished him dead and now I am falling in love with him again and it hurts so much.....

    That was my day yesterday....

    Photography by Kiki
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