My memories until nine were of my daddy beating my mummy.
My visual photos dispute this time.
It’s confusing.
My memories beat photos.
Reality can never be captured by photos.
Photos cannot capture fear, sadness and violence.
My memories until nine were of my daddy beating my mummy.
My visual photos dispute this time.
It’s confusing.
My memories beat photos.
Reality can never be captured by photos.
Photos cannot capture fear, sadness and violence.