Tiny Attic Space
Location
There once lived an old lady, as the story goes. How she died nobody knows. It was a hot summer’s day when I found it. This photo album laying open, the photos strewn. The faces unfamiliar but my curiosity soon grew. Pictures of a normal family life, and pictures of dead loved ones. It was thought that photos captured the soul and through them their loved ones lived on. I think that they were right and it was true. The photos of this lady didn't do her justice, her features were absolute. In this clutter of another person's life, I found trinkets and memorabilia that seemed too precious to toss aside. So I left them there and decided that I should pay my respects this mysterious lady, leave her belongings and lock up this place. To this day they are strewn about and locked away, there they lay in that tiny attic space.