"Why is there a wall between me and the world, between me and others, between me and myself? How did it get there, and when did I first notice its edge? 

There’s comfort in believing photographs document the reality of things. But we forget that reality doesn’t belong to us. We’re bound to see everything differently, so I tried to find something we could share. What lingers in these collected fragments isn’t fact. They offer some truth beyond names and maps: loss, vulnerability, longing— the feelings that make you and me human."