hey, hey, endure stranger

on the last blog i had on tumblr i was reblogging posts like this. now i have a photo of my own. this eye is my grandma's eye and she sees normally. they didn't do a good job on her cataract surgery. usually no one cares much about people, especially older ones.

grandma's sister died few years ago and she was in stadium where she said good morning every time she woke up from a nap. my grandma has really ugly dementia, seems like her sister, she inherited it from her mom.

she is unaware of the passage of time and cannot recall anymore how many years have passed since her childhood. her memories are jumbled, and it's tragic that bitterness has taken root as she longs for the past. and her physique, which is shrinking and coming closer to the ground, has grown arrogant.