NOTHINGNESS
Sometimes when silence camps I get out of my person.. and wonder..am I really here?
How and when did I come here?
what is inside me is nothing like what is outside me.. What is this place?
I'm not in denial of where my path has led me and I'm grateful for it for making me this tolerant and adapting to such horrible change..
Sometimes when silence camps I wonder.. Am I made of steel? or Am I made of nothingness for things to pass throw me so smoothly?
The fact that this all preparing me for something, is terrifying.. What kind of thing?
Do I need to go throw this all to be prepared for?
I wonder..
Shot on 35mm
Fomapan 100
