Not Forgotten
a photo-essay by Blazmi
“When do you think people die? When they are shot through the heart by the bullet of a pistol? No. When they are ravaged by an incurable disease? No. When they drink a soup made from a poisonous mushroom!? No! It’s when… they are forgotten.”
"I once had some sweet memories
Its worth remains the same
How can I remember those moments,
Sweetheart?"
