Visual artist using digital photography to explore urban life. https://aryanalondir.com/
Separation
I have been single for over a year now. It was not my decision; my love decided he had enough of life and made the decision to end his. So. Here…
Every day we are bombarded with choices. What do we have for breakfast? Do we even have time for breakfast? Milk, cream or half and half? Baked…
What is it about that one, simple, single word that makes us bristle? Makes us shudder? Scares the crap out of us?
Funny concept, isn’t it, to be “slightly” addicted? How is that even possible?
