you really hurt me

"i felt darvell's weight, as it were, increase upon my shoulder, and, turning to look upon his face, perceived that he was dead! i was shocked with the sudden certainty which could not be mistaken — his countenance in a few minutes became nearly black. i should have attributed so rapid a change to poison, had i not been aware that he had no opportunity of receiving it unperceived. the day was declining, the body was rapidly altering, and nothing remained but to fulfil his request. with the aid of suleiman's ataghan and my own sabre, we scooped a shallow grave upon the spot which darvell had indicated: the earth easily gave way, having already received some mahometan tenant. we dug as deeply as the time permitted us and throwing the dry earth upon all that remained of the singular being so lately departed, we cut a few sods of greener turf from the less withered soil around us and laid them upon his sepulchre. between astonishment and grief, i was tearless."

the randomly selected piece of written content i chose was a passage about a woman losing her husband. i originally focused on the action of someone leaving; however, the part that stood out to me was her reaction and inability to process the loss. it reminded me of my own experiences with heartbreak as relationships ended. healing is not a linear or sane process; one goes through continuous ups and downs as you remember both the good and bad parts of the relationship. i wanted my sequence to reflect that. while the images do not clearly tell a narrative, there is a similar feeling received from each photo and that is elevated when sequenced together in book form. i really enjoyed the process of creating this book. each photo feels so personal to me and having them assembled in such an official form makes the photo seem more intimate and important.