I’m not a partaker. I’m an observer. When I experience or see something beautiful I don’t sink into it. No, I swim to the surface and then take a look down. I let the water bend the image and then I capture it. With words or photographs. I don’t want it to be this way….
a farewell letter to the city i didn’t love
Hello. Yes, it’s me. I’m still here. It’s been a long time since I last walked the strees of your hills. I haven’t cycled along the river recently. I haven’t taken you photographs. I’m sorry. It’s been almost two years since the day I arrived in you, a big rucksack on my back. I apologise. I…