gaussian blur filters again

Semi ficticious, semi autobiographical.
Fantasy bleeds into reality while reality blurs and fades into...

post existence, that's all.

What are memories?
Are they lomographic still snapshots of definitive moments, silent black and white films that are a little grainy and fuzzy at the edges with age, or souvenirs from a vintage era locked in jewel boxes..?

Then again, they're no different from each other -

so distant, almost semi-fantastical.

And I'm such a sucker for TALENT, damnit.