ᴀꜱʜ ꜱᴀᴍɪᴀ

The world demands clarity like it’s a moral virtue.
We demand it in love, too.
We want sharp edges, defined lines, certainty we can point to and say,
see, this is real.
But focus is just a trick of proximity.
We fall in love with our own angle.
Our own framing.
Our own version of events.
The blur is harder to sit with.
It admits distortion.
Projection.
The parts we invent to feel safe.
We never see the whole thing.
We just decide which version we can live with.

Had fun shooting these.