My dearest Rye,

I love you so much. The days you've gifted me have been among the most loved and filled with jeweled memory pieces that I have been given.

I wish I could hold your heart so that nobody else could break it.

those I haunt

I recently read the surrealist novel Nadja by Andre Breton, and he discusses that our identities could be defined by who we haunt.

I do not haunt people, but I leave fragments of myself behind in words and photographs.

knit the ghosts of my steps

I am back to living alone and not knowing who my close friends are.
I am back to glorying in my Saviour alone.

This is 120 black and white film. I shot it on my Holga, hence the black spots and distortion with focus.