



Lights at night or my interpretation of street photography.
Musing:
We all suffer differently. Why do we often think that our pain is more valid and deeper than anyone else’s? It’s not a competition. We live very short lives. Nothing is eternal and one day, everything about us will be forgotten. Hopefully. One day everything that made us special will be gone and every trace we left will vanish into thin air. As if we never even existed.







