Ever since my father's death, two years ago, I've begun to truly understand the nostalgia that exists within the present moment; the "now". I can't help thinking of the present moment as a future memory of a time when my relatives have passed. I feel a massive amount of nostalgia even though they are right next to me. It is a sort of pre-nostalgia that has shaped how I look at my family. When I look at many of the family pictures that I've taken, I realize that I have depicted them as "tragic", in the classical theatre sense of a character not knowing his fate while the audience, in this case me, already knows it.

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