Sometimes it feels like I’m alone in a city full of thousands of people.

Sometimes it looks like everyone has blinders on and they don’t want to acknowledge I exist.

Sometimes I scroll through my contacts and I can’t decide who to reach out for.

Sometimes I find myself in a black hole of non-response after sending out many messages.

And sometimes I question the point of all this.

But most of the time, everything is perfect and I’m grateful to be alive.

The diptych above is from a series of images taken while living in NYC that will eventually be a book.