Listening to the silence drumming in my ears

the sounds of nothing, humming and droning

a perpetual dread.

A lonely song.

It has a sense of tranquility, really

the peace of being alone

the peace of white noise.

This is when I can hear my heartbeat

My own beat,

My own rhythm,

My own life.

Listening to the silence music of solitude

listening to the vibrations,

Feeling the footfall and the voices from the cracks

from under the floor

The sounds of screaming and death just beyond me

just stopping.

They’ve gone now,

Leaving a trail of blood and tears

in search for the minority-

Ripping futures from the children

Throwing the past into the fires;

But now that they’ve gone…

I’m left alone in my void-

My perpetual dread.

Alone in silence.


That is when the voices begin.


Vietnam | Emeralda Resort — From Swerve of Shore

I spent a few days last week photographing the Emeralda Resort on the outskirts of Ninh Binh in northern Vietnam. Here are just a few images from the property, which is in a beautiful locale a few hours away from Hanoi, spread out across the rice fields and karst mountains and winding streams of the […]

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