11” x 14” — Photo print on Canson Platine Fibre Rag 310 gsm.

It had been a long road, figuratively and literally. I had cried almost consistently that day and night. On a long drive back to Los Angeles from Louisiana, I found myself in a mind melt. Something shifted in me on that trip, and I think, deep down, I knew all along what was to come. My partner and I at the time had a very heavy and confrontational phone call the day prior. I orchestrated the conversation, but it felt almost involuntary. It did not end well. On that drive, I contemplated everything. I wondered why this was happening to me. Why I deserved this. Why me? I forced myself to stay awake so I could get to Los Angeles sooner and see my partner, hoping it would all be a dream. It was about 4 a.m., and I realized I couldn’t safely continue to drive, so I pulled off and slept in my front seat at a gas station. As I opened my eyes only 2 hrs later, I saw the sunrise. Even though I was right next to a freeway, I found that morning so quiet and still. It felt as if it was just me there witnessing the sun welcome a new day, and in that moment I realized something: I had only been thinking of me - why me, me me me but what about him? What about how he perceived things? What about his heart? I think I realized that day it was the end for us, but I also felt like I saw him for the first time.