This is a bromoil print, but during the process, I intentionally introduced errors in certain steps to give the photograph unique and random patterns resembling bubbles, erosion, or a hazy blur. My grandmother passed away, and my grandfather was crying bitterly. I stood at the very beginning of that alley, just as she had when she first took me to their home that day. I couldn’t hear the sound of his crying, but that wall was covered in condensation—even in the heat of summer.