Farewell,1999

The nearness of people , the familiarity of objects, all ends as distance. 2003, I was searching for the days before 1999, when my mother was still alive. 2003, my memory still bore those traces. 2003, memory left me as well. 2003, my mother's image was preserved forever in film, along with my sorrow. 2003, I really understood that 1999 had passed. And 2003? Fading as well.