rememory
Memory, like jpgs, are a lossy format. Every time you call a memory to consciousness, it degrades its quality, until our most precious memories, the ones on which we are basing our identity, may bear little to no resemblance to the actual events in question.
What happens when memories get out of their boxes? Like a virus takes over a file, the memory intrudes on daily consciousness.
This is my exploration of some untouchable, painful memories. I was suprised to find as I developed the film and sound, and looked back on my documentation of this time period (1999-2000) that my memories and the events being documented were very different things.
The story I am telling myself about who I am, located in an uncanny, supersaturated past and moving towards a future influenced by these imaginary memories, is the closest I have come to living with the uncanny. I am walking with the ghost.