"I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there’s nothing but light when I see you."

The Anatomy of Being by Shinji Moon

People say it takes a long time to really love someone but with you, it happened in a span of days. Up to now, I won’t admit it to anyone but I think I did love you in my own small, sweet way. It wasn’t because there was something incredibly special in you nor did I instantly feel butterflies when we first met. It’s because you treated me the way I felt I’ve always deserved to be treated and more. You opened my door, supported my dreams, brought me snacks to try, picked me up at home, checked up on me every day to see how I was doing, got worried if I arrived home late, talked to me endlessly about everything, listened to me when I had moments of crazy, noticed small changes in me and, most importantly, you let me be myself. I loved you because you made me happy. In turn, I wanted to do the same for you. You told me I was always “in between” things, but, with you, I never was. I was always sure, so sure. The problem was you weren’t ready and that your heart was not yet yours to give. I knew it would end sooner or later and it did. However, I am incredibly thankful to have met you. Now, I know what I deserve to have. I know that it’s actually possible and that it’s out there. I just wish it could’ve been you.

"A journey, after all, neither begins in the instant we set out, nor ends when we have reached our door step once again. It starts much earlier and is really never over, because the film of memory continues running on inside of us long after we have come to a physical standstill. Indeed, there exists something like a contagion of travel, and the disease is essentially incurable."

Ryszard Kapuściński, Travels with Herodotus

"Photographers are violent people. First they frame you, then they shoot you, then they hang you on the wall."


"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible."

T.E. Lawrence