dearemily

Dear Emily, Please Remember This. 2025

My earliest memories are attached to the fragrant smell of coffee. Both of my parents were fueled by at least a pot a day. I am more grown now and I too feel tied to the bitter beverage. I never let go of anything, I think I might be the most sentimental person I know. I am terrified of forgetting. I’ve watched the slow disintegration of memory far too many times. I think if I hold on a little tighter, I might stand some sort of chance. This series is cyanotyped onto old letters and toned with the coffee I remember so fondly. These people are my ecosystem and the air that I breathe. I am stained with coffee and memories, and I am begging my brain not to forget.