When I feel like I’m exploding because of all the emotions within me and I just want to forget, I used to have three options: physical pain food alcohol But times have changed. I’ve become oh-so mature and choose the fourth option, photography. In the fading daylight I take my self-portrait in the forest. A nude, the first time I’m doing this without company. I’m horribly disorganized, my remote is at home so I have ten seconds to get from the camera to my spot, thorns...

A Bittersweet Time In Bangkok

[Click here for part 1; September 2015] The next day our heads are throbbing and my stomach is unwell. I’m sure it’s the street food. Ironically, Kevin’s friend (who threw up next to me the night before) seems to be much better than us and I curse my indisposition. We have to force ourselves to get up because time is so scarce and valuable. Less than 48h to make up for the last two years of distance and the years to...