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Kangirsuk, Nunavik, 2008 |
A brand new pickup truck, a sense of excitement happened as one drove it for the first time. Eventually it wore out. In the vehicle graveyard somebody smashed the windshield and headlights. The wall of a shack, wood texture, each mark is a mini story. Lots of scratches and gouges in the wood. The paint fades and peels off in places. One eventually gets old, runs out of steam. Lohbado as he got older would take a nap after lunch. He couldn't do as much as he used to. No choice but to slow down. In slow motion, one notices more. Memories come and go. Lohbado looked at old photos.
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