Mourning

Mourning © Benoît Labourdette.
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How can we give a place in our Life to those who have left? What exactly are we talking about? Meditation on the depth of feeling in the world, based on a quote from Thich Nhat Hanh. The unfathomable mysteries of the universe, inexplicable cycles, circular and unthinkable infinity. Movement of discovery of one’s own life story in front of the landscape that scrolls by the window. Sometimes everything went too fast. Your temporary room was there for a fortnight before we moved you to your final resting place. To mourn or to bury? sometimes you wish you could turn back the clock.

Funérals
Why why why
Perfect suicide
Deceased child
Imagine Absence

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