This photo essay aims to capture the duality of lived experience; the way in which one’s internal voice conflicts with an external presentation of self. The result is a conversation, navigating the division between two expressions.
I think I’m two different people. I’m a different person from who everyone knows, and no one even knows. I’m me on the outside, and then I have myself on the inside.
Sometimes I’m disjointed — stuck between the two, and I feel like a cracked window that is ten seconds from falling apart, shattering all over the people looking out of it. Other times, I’m whole, and there’s no distance between the two of me.
I go home and sit in my room, illuminated by the street lamps outside,
And I can just sink into myself again.