I went home with a notebook heavy with scribbles. I don’t recognize my handwriting sometimes, the same way I look back at these pictures and wonder about the moment the picture was taken, why, by whom. Much of storytelling starts with the recognition of a sequence. What comes first, why this should be last— exercises in selective memory and the risks, the resilience of a young life. High-res

I went home with a notebook heavy with scribbles. I don’t recognize my handwriting sometimes, the same way I look back at these pictures and wonder about the moment the picture was taken, why, by whom. Much of storytelling starts with the recognition of a sequence. What comes first, why this should be last— exercises in selective memory and the risks, the resilience of a young life.