Now that uni text books and notebooks have returned to my bedside table, fleeting images and blocks of paragraphs encapsulating loneliness and wunderlust make their way into my fingertips once again.
Been stalking images and photographs by artists that show the world that I am only familiar with in my head and heart. I want to go, capture faces and pieces of Earth that show no feelings, emptiness but also have all the meaning in the world to people that view them.
I am caught in a pig-pen, surrounded by humans without faces, it's all too familiar.
I want to feel uncomfortable, unsafe and scared by only what is brought by the next day.
To breathe in air that surrounds life and nature in that part only.

To accept that existentially we are all lone beings in the universe.
It is only you (the voice inside your head) and the physical being that you have endeavored.

To capture this on plastic bits of film, to be printed on paper, and to be savored is all I deeply wish for.