Eventually, even my own shadow will tire of me and move on.
In Thailand, I felt that. A kind of beautiful loneliness—like the world had gone quiet, but not empty. I wandered the countryside alone, and yet I wasn’t the only one. All around me were others, drifting, resting, searching. Strangers, but familiar.
There’s something about Thailand—especially outside the cities—that holds space for this feeling. It doesn't rush to fill the silence. It lets you sit with it. These photographs are my attempt to hold onto that stillness, that slowness. That sense of being alone… but not lost.