I started taking photos again. As me. As ALAN. Thoughtlessly. Not with my camera, with my crappy phone, because I stopped carrying my camera around with me, because I fell out of love with photography – or really, it fell out of love with me, and it hurt too much to have that weight hanging round my neck.
I’ve been thinking about what connects us (humans, things, beings), is there a constant that all who exist have in common… I found a possible answer by accident.
If ALAN was here, would he see what I see?
If I was here, would I see what you see?
If you were here, would you look?
Are we united by this atmosphere? By the sky, by the clouds, by the sun?
We wouldn’t exist without them.
That trinity above us.