Everything, unsorted
Made in motion, across cities and years. Nothing planned. The pattern is hindsight.
Photography Writings
I need structure to think.
So I'm building one: essays about how things work, (un)structured reflections, the stories data can tell, and photographs on film. I never felt like writing anything fictional - only questioning, starting with myself.Argue with me.
Ways of being in it
Arguing about it, living through it, seeing what's behind it, or merely documenting it.
What I keep asking
Everything starts and ends with perception.
Not everything connects
But I wish everything ultimately would.
I keep looping back
And what if time is just a flat circle?