a collection of photographs accompanied by notes from my diary.

Aeropuerto de Valencia. 10th April, 20:36

This was the last picture of my film roll. We were on our way back from Alicante and I still couldn't swallow the knot in my stomach after witnessing that man on the street take his last breaths. It makes me realise that nothing is guaranteed, or forever. only God.

Silently and discreetly, the heavens opened up in the sky on our drive back home 

I noticed.

Muzeum. 20th march, 21:18

It smells like baby wipes and everyone's wearing prom dresses. I'm still thinking about the shot l missed on hartigova, two kids looking at a chinese light menu outside. I was hoping they would point their hands at one of the meals again, but they just left. I guess it means I gotta learn to let go.

Somewhere in Denmark. April.

You go for a cold swim and hide yourself under millions of fabrics. I capture you - you get upset. 

I know. Being seen is not a compliment, but your biggest threat.

It's in your nature, isn't it?

Record player. Summer 2023

Pa, I haven't used the record player you gifted to me in years. 

Sorry for all the times you've had to walk into silence.