Back in Toronto after spending five months in Chile.
I'm currently between two homes (my hotel quarantine).
Sometimes I sit by my window and watch the tiny cars drive on the highway, or watch the planes land just metres away, descending so silently behind a triple layered glass.
I don't mistaken this time for boredom. Alone here, in this dystopic shelter, I reflect on the last little bit of my life, and I am nourishing from the silence of the in-between.
I usually have 1-2 winding hiccups on every roll with this camera.聽
This one synced up beautifully. My cousin Javiera looking out to the water, and the flowers we left on my Tata鈥檚 grave for his six-year passing anniversary.聽