I really enjoyed this, Martin. It felt less like an essay about loneliness than about the quiet human need to share what moves us. It even had me thinking differently about photography. By the end, I wasn’t thinking about Eleanor Rigby anymore. I was thinking about the people in my own life. That’s a difficult thing to pull off.
I really enjoyed this, Martin. It felt less like an essay about loneliness than about the quiet human need to share what moves us. It even had me thinking differently about photography. By the end, I wasn’t thinking about Eleanor Rigby anymore. I was thinking about the people in my own life. That’s a difficult thing to pull off.
Thanks for reading, and thanks for the thoughtful comment, Sean, I appreciate it.