A clock was ticking.
“I am going to die.” She said.
“I am going to die.” She said.
Like a clock, she became a time symbol.
She was the only one to know where her mind was going.
As a grandchild, I wanted to understand her, to know her.
But time was passing, and before I had the chance to know her, she was gone.
With this short video, I try to capture a glimpse of my grandmother.