Using photos of my late sister and me from her hard drive, I emulate the feeling of a clouded memory. Attempting to remember something now forgotten to me. In a world where there is no tangible alternative, I find myself only able to remember the video, not the experience.

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       I wonder if she looked through these photos
what kind of person she would have been, what dreams dreamt, life led.

       Would she be proud of me? Happy?

Flicking through these disembodied parts peels away at my memory

I allow myself to seep into the image and cruise across its pixels
waiting to be sucked in
searching for a feeling which is no longer there

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       Now faces, shapes, disembodied, unrecognisable, through these digital artefacts, I can see my sister, hear her voice.

a sound forgotten to me, the vibrations mixing with the noise.