I felt like I was photographing the disassembly of time. Moments, objects become suspended - frozen, reflecting the relative experience of time’s passage. I photographed because I did not know what to photograph but I knew I needed to. This process became a tether to the present, a reminder of where I was when memory failed. As I struggled with these photographs’ relevance and significance, a rhythm of tension and transience appeared within the ebb and flow of their subject matter.