Tribe
I’m the one on the other side of the fence, the one looking out behind the glass wall, tired by the weight of his emptiness.
I’m the sailor standing on the beach with his eyes fixed on the horizon, knowing there has to be another world out there. I’m the alien searching for home. I’m the wound searching for closure.
I am the one searching for his tribe.
Photo and text originally published the DELAFOI Photo Exhibition Magazine No. 1. Photo is also available as 10/10 limited large prints.