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I too noticed the documentary quality of the images. However, I truly admired the sparse comments that accompany them, as though it were turned into a bit of a photo essay.
It becomes a kind of narrative with a distinct setting that leaves much for the viewer to fill in.
I too can relate to these, but in a different way. On the surface, I know what it's like to float on a sea of "stuff," kinda adrift and not knowing where you are or how you got there.
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot
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