Hospital room

"The person who was in this room is no longer here. What has left here is things that has lost its owner, a clock that keeps ticking, photographs on the wall, and a soft ray of light coming through the gap between the curtains. Alone in this room, I was looking at the photographs on the wall. The person who had disappeared was on the other side of photograph."

On the day my grandmother passed away, I thought about the qualia of existence as I looked at the traces of things left behind in the empty hospital room. It was a time when I felt the presence of a person who had been here a few hours ago, but who was no longer in this world, on the other side, beyond the boundary of the photograph. These photographs left traces of my thoughts about "the space beyond photograph".
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