Mourning Diary – Masih Mostajeran

“We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us. ” Mourning Diary / Roland Barthes

“Suffering, like a stone . . . (around my neck, deep inside me)” From Mourning / Diary Roland Barthes

“Horrible day. More and more wretched. Crying.” Mourning Diary / Roland Barthes

“How strange: her voice, which I knew so well, and which is said to be the very texture of memory (“the dear inflection . . .”), I no longer hear. Like a localized deafness . . . ” Mourning Diary / Roland Barthes

“Photo of the Winter Garden: I search desperately to find the obvious meaning.” Mourning Diary / Roland Barthes

“Emotion (emotivity) passes, suffering remains.” Morning Diary / Roland Barthes

“(How) long everything becomes, without her.” Morning Diary / Roland Barthes

“The (simple) words of Death: —“It’s impossible!” —“Why, why?” —“Forever” Mourning Diary / Roland Barthes

“Each time I dream about her (and I dream only of her), it is in order to see her, believe her to be alive, but other, separate.” Mourning Diary / Roland Barthes

“There are mornings so sad . . .” Mourning Diary / Roland Barthes

"I captured these photos in Bam Cemetery, focusing on the vacant boxes at the top of each grave, adorned with curtains to protect the images inside. These graves symbolize the Bam earthquake of 2003, one of the most significant natural disasters in Iran's history, with each grave carrying the sorrow and grief of this bitter event."