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lately, the world has reminded me of all the emptiness that exist.

in physical spaces, dominated and overdeveloped by man, just to be left abandoned. in people, behind their busy gazes and lonely meandering—living for duty and nothing more. in the values of capitalism—the excess that we thrive for, that is just survival, that is wanting a place to sleep, and food to eat, and a purpose to feel.

somedays i find myself grappling with this concept, staring straight into it, like a mirror, reflecting the numbness of trauma and pain onto my brown skin and wirey beard.

somedays, i am the light—a beacon of connection and hope. community pumping through my veins. presence shot from my eyes, cascading though my body and spirit.

here are some photos about the former.

lately, the world has reminded me of all the emptiness that exist.

in physical spaces, dominated and overdeveloped by man, just to be left abandoned. in people, behind their busy gazes and lonely meandering—living for duty and nothing more. in the values of capitalism—the excess that we thrive for, that is just survival, that is wanting a place to sleep, and food to eat, and a purpose to feel.

somedays i find myself grappling with this concept, staring straight into it, like a mirror, reflecting the numbness of trauma and pain onto my brown skin and wirey beard.

somedays, i am the light—a beacon of connection and hope. community pumping through my veins. presence shot from my eyes, cascading though my body and spirit.

here are some photos about the former.

lately, the world has reminded me of all the emptiness that exist.

in physical spaces, dominated and overdeveloped by man, just to be left abandoned. in people, behind their busy gazes and lonely meandering—living for duty and nothing more. in the values of capitalism—the excess that we thrive for, that is just survival, that is wanting a place to sleep, and food to eat, and a purpose to feel.

somedays i find myself grappling with this concept, staring straight into it, like a mirror, reflecting the numbness of trauma and pain onto my brown skin and wirey beard.

somedays, i am the light—a beacon of connection and hope. community pumping through my veins. presence shot from my eyes, cascading though my body and spirit.

here are some photos about the former.

While You Were Away | 11/19/2015