The loop of video is from Lake Sevan in Armenia.
My body is physically in Armenia, but my thoughts and heart loop around the memories of a different time. Conversations with my mom flood over me. I think of my Nene. My Nene who is ageing and in Toronto and living with Alzheimer’s. I reach for memories of her. Flashes of who we once were. The ripples on the lake take me through different streams of memory. They loop like the conversations she has these days. 20-second bites of narrative. Sometimes connected. Sometimes… and then gone.