The ties
I have often wondered what ties really are. These invisible things that bind us to people, places, objects, and memories, like threads stretched between us and the world. We cannot see them, and yet they are there. They pull us gently towards what we loved, towards what we lost, towards what we may have never…
The red chair
I took a photo of a red chair in the middle of the trees, and ever since, i keep scrolling back to it. Some photos go beyond what they show. At first, you think you have captured an object, a scene, a colour placed there by chance. Then later, you realise you may have captured…
The shadow
There are parts of us we keep in the dark. Not always because we want to. Sometimes because of how we were raised. Sometimes because we are scared. Sometimes because we learned very early that some parts of us were easier to hide than to show. So we push them further inside. Our anger. Our…