Loves, Labours, Lost (Photo-Essay)
Photo, please give me the strength to remember what was most important.
Photo, I've taken you so that when I have a moment that isn't controlled by angst and paranoia I can think about memories in the future.
Photo, how can I serve a purpose that is my own and not another's? How can I stop this process of being proletarianised by everyone, everything and everythought around me?
Photo, how can I remember when you're so critical of everything?
Photo, you leave things so open, how can you let me enjoy you?