Pictures and photos capture the memories of a life that has been lived. Has this life been lived? Years of laughter, pain, growth and discovery it would appear have been stolen from me. As I attempt to find the pieces of life that's mine, within a non existent photo album I all so suddenly and painfully realise that; These moments have been completely stolen and forgotten. Only the vaguest recollection of a decade come to mind. And then I clutch at those couple of photos and relapse to a time forgotten. Forgotten pain that now has surfaced. Forgotten joy that now is rotten. I look into this moment knowing, that the life behind me is like an ocean; Large, vast and deep, and all but gone beneath my feet. So large and yet forgotten still.