this is a bit different to other photos because these are pictures that are just for me.

silence, dark strangers, rainy pavements, dead mice and plants, distorted faces, beloved places, thoughts of the far away and the unreachable, of ash and ashes, and in the middle there is me with a word written on my face that makes me crumble and faint because it reminds me of myself. hunger in my stomach, the stomach that is longing for the ants that used to live there, live life. with a numb face and searching, tired eyes, everything can be of interest, but not exciting. nervous and childish, nervous and on the ground. keep those eyes down.