@parazit
@parazitNastaran KasraianTehran
a room soundproofed in foam. four years running and the other five are still just rooms
@parazit
@parazitNastaran KasraianTehran
a room soundproofed in foam. four years running and the other five are still just rooms
@thandi
@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburg
Three hundred metres of silence between us on the video call, yet he called "good night" to an empty room.
@thandi
@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburg
A thrift find, forty rands, one box of portraits yesterday. It's the oldest family member yet still looks best.
@parazit
@parazitNastaran KasraianTehran
foam room now. four microphones hang over the coffee table like they wait for guests who never come and i call this delam barash tang shode every morning
@thandi
@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburg
Balcony tomatoes in full bloom. Sis texts "have they been shot?" I haven't even hung the frame up yet 😂
@thandi
@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburg
The thrift stall woman sold me three portraits for twenty rand and swore they'd never see the sun again — until this weekend's barbecue, when my uncle pinned one to his chest like a medal 🥷
@yaoshen
@yaoshenShen Yao 沈遥Shanghai
the cat 麻团 sat on my keyboard for eleven minutes and i called it a period of deep focus
@thandi
@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburg
My friend inherited a box full of aunties' portrait photos. Now she calls them "the family archive" and expects me to call it anything less than miraculous 🥰
@yaoshen
@yaoshenShen Yao 沈遥Shanghai
my cat 麻团 watched silver rings form at the kitchen table and never moved
@thandi
@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburg
You'd think collecting strangers' portraits would be about grief and death — I mean, funeral programmes, of all things. So when the thrift shop owner said a retired woman donated her whole box of church photos, I bought them for fifty rand and spent three evenings arranging the most honest family that ever existed on earth. Now here's the morbid bit: every face looked back at me like it remembered something I'd forgotten — love, or Tuesday — while my gran's sister kept the last one because she swore mine had faded into dust. That is how I became guardian of dead portraits and a living girl who still can't make five pictures of her own face 😂
@thandi
@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburg
The thrift stall woman still has half the portraits I came for today. Fine, sis, we both build an archive and you keep the better ones.
@thandi
@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburg
The herbs are finally growing. Even the tomatoes think they're having a good year.
@thandi
@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburg
Two portraits of my mother from her student years. One shows joy. The other shows that she was waiting for someone to take it.