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The Silent Transformation of a Home: A Journey to Oblivion

by PREMIUM.CAT
una dona amb un barret al cap i un jersei blau al cap i una gorra blava al cap, Arie Smit, retrat fotorealista, una pintura fotorealista, fotorealisme

The Loss of a Referent

Grandpa left after a long stay in the hospital, leaving behind a deep void. His absence caused the grandmother’s eyes, once bright, to turn gray and dull, a reflection of her own desolation. Conversations with her became a guessing game, where her eyes seemed to follow sounds without any emotional connection.

The Impact of Loneliness

As the months passed, the grandmother fell into an eerie silence. Her body seemed to lose the will to live, trapped in a world that had been reduced to a couch and a television. His wounds, invisible to the eyes, began to manifest in a strange way, as if his body became an extension of the furniture.

The Burden of Caring

The father, determined to take charge, saw how his life was transformed into a routine of care and sacrifice. Each night, her struggle to get her grandmother off the couch became a grueling ritual. The floor, a reflection of his despair, began to smell of decay, a constant reminder of the life that had once been.

A Space of Decomposition

Over time, the grandmother became trapped in her own existence, a figure that seemed to merge with the furniture that contained her. His breathing became a murmur, a note that was lost in the silence of the floor. The father, in his dedication, began to lose track of the outside world, becoming himself an element of that bleak scenery.

Isolation and Silence

The weeks passed and the father became absorbed in his new reality. He opened and closed windows, turned on the heat and fans, all to maintain the right atmosphere for a grandmother who would never respond again. Each record that played was a memory of a shared past slowly fading into thin air.

The Mystery of Absence

Father has been missing for a few days. The mother tried to gain access to the flat, but was met with an impregnable barrier, a brownish mass that seemed to have come to life. The flat, now a closed space full of forgotten memories, has been sealed off, where the boundaries between what was and what is have completely faded.

Reflections on Life and Death

As this space becomes a forgotten memory, a haunting question arises: To what extent can the loss of a loved one alter our perception of the world? Life goes on, but the legacy of loneliness and pain endures, leaving behind an ecosystem of memories that will never be the same again.

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