As the hum of urban development crashes in, how can we gather memories before they silently fade away?

I often go for long walks in the heartlands, where my camera becomes a silent witness to a vanishing world.  Each neighbourhood allows me to archive her memories and study the scars and lines of history all over.

For 22 years, Block 894 was home. Even after moving out, a part of me remained tethered to its familiar streets and embrace. Memories lingered persistently, weaving through the corridors of my mind. 

So after hours of scanning old photos and penning down memories, this love homage to 894 was born. I took many walks around the old neighbourhood to take new photos, but also to let my mind trace all the little but significant details of my childhood.

This was a personal project, laying years of light on paper. Throughout the 40 pages, I hope to capture bits of my childhood estate with fond memories.

Eager to delve deeper into the significance that spaces hold in our lives, I invited a few of you to reminisce about a place that carries weight for you. These places aren’t just dots on a map; they are woven into our stories, shaping our memories and identities.

From cherished childhood haunts to far-flung landscapes that stir the soul, these narratives serve as poignant reminders of the enduring power of memorable places that linger within us. Narrative brought to life by Pratama Dharma.

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