Baldilocks

Nowadays, the hospital welcomes me as a medical miracle. It feels ungrateful to admit I’m not very keen on living to doctors who’ve done everything to save me. I’ve been cured, but not without being physically and mentally damaged during the treatment. Through the lens of my father’s camera, I look back at a period of my life of which I remember nothing. Twenty years after surviving cancer as a child, I search for traces of illness between scars and desires.