we will be forgotten
he is gone
Photograph: 11.06.2026
He looked at me, then closed his eyes again. He held the contents of a spoon in his mouth and didn’t swallow it for a long time. I stayed with him for half an hour. He didn’t eat anything. Every now and then he moved both hands, gently and very elegantly.
About a week after I took this photo, this man—whom I had met only once—died.