These photos would most likely give no meaning to strangers who are unfamiliar to what I've seen last year, as I've tried to capture only the small details of the events. One can argue that I'm a tad poetic in a sense that I enjoy metaphors and symbolic meanings. But many of the subjects in these photos are not any more symbolic than they are pieces of a bigger puzzling event (some of which I still am trying to piece together). The puzzle is the the bundle of string and I am untying its knots, albeit very slowly.
I thank the difficult knots I had to untie in the previous year. Every one of them were all challenges I did not imagine myself ever facing; and am lucky to have had the opportunity to undergo such storms. The company of suffering is one I won't take for granted, and the abundant light and love that springs from this suffering is what I'll look forward to.
