Fragmentation
Freshmen year is more than one’s first year in college. It is a step in the direction of many unknown roads. An examination of one’s self and being. But as we place these examinations aside in hope of climbing the capitalist ladder. We tend to forget their importance until we graduate. Thus, leaving college in the same manner at which we’ve entered it ; more lost, more confused ; and still in search of one’s self.
Rainy day reflections. (at Washington, District of Columbia)
What’s your bubble?
A controlled invasion.
His wrinkles are not of age, they are shelfs of stories engraved with time.
Breathe in the stillness of a world that won’t stop moving.
Only a human can make the desert look beautiful.
Sick Landscapes.
I opened my eyes to a smile worn by my parents. it made me feel that the world is as peaceful as their smile. But it all changed the moment I saw the misery people bring to this world.
A step into one’s soul.
Untitled.
Escape this world and point your lens towards a better more beautiful world.
The truth is what we choose to see.