In Solitude by Shirren Lim
This is one of my earliest photographs. I was attending a fun fair in a park when I spotted this little girl sitting by herself and looking so lonely. Even from the back, she cut a cute figure against the green backdrop of the lake.
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The Map of Years
We carry our history on the surface. It is written in the lines around the eyes, the way the skin folds like dry earth after a long drought. We think we are hiding our age, but the body is a traitor. It keeps a precise account of every winter,…
The Weight of a Glance
We spend our lives building walls. We construct them out of habit, out of fear, out of the need to be elsewhere. We look past one another, eyes fixed on the horizon, waiting for a future that never arrives. Then, a moment occurs. A sudden,…