"In Roy's Country"
As my mother slowly took her dignified leave, I witnessed my fiercely vital father spiralling down into fevered suspicion, hallucinatory fear, and existential defiance. In approaching the end, with all its insurmountable doubts, one ultimately stands in the antechamber, naked and alone, before the sullen, unmoved gate, looking and waiting with breath held.
Demented? Who else is there, at that point, to argue with one's subjective take on what life had been about, on what had actually gone down during your fleeting days in this place, on what was lurid figment and what was, for you, at least, the stone-cold truth?
TITLE - "In Roy's Country"
WHERE - San Diego, California (2017)