We forget. Scientists believe that it’s normal that we need to forget in order for our memory to function properly. Sometimes it happens on its own, sometimes we do it intentionally, eliminating from our memory things and people we no longer need. But in the same way, they also forget about us.

Does a discarded mirror remember the faces of those who looked into it? Does the boat remember those who rode it? Does the broken bridge remember those who walked on it? Does the abandoned house remember those who lived there? Does God remember those who turned away from Нim?

The series is inspired by a poem by  Sara Teasdale “Let It Be Forgotten” from Flame and Shadow (New York: Macmillan, 1920). Shot on an old medium format film camera in the vicinity of St. Petersburg. Some of the photos are also included in “Let it be forgotten” zine, published by me in the summer of 2024.

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.

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