Alive, we are alive, able to sense and orient ourselves amongst all that prevails, the vast earth instills our heart with its rhythms. Yet we communicate back through veiled screens, false prophets sell us vicarious existence, edited and perfected are the scenes we choose to display. As we forgot how to speak their names, how to express our emotions in the face of all these strangers.
– Josh Fleming
Image by: Julien Coquentin