Photo Essays
Through Her Eyes, No Matter What They Say

the Scientist’s Flaw Focus on the road, you tell yourself. Not long to go now, but time is running out. Scorned and utterly defeated, you left the sanctuary of his arms — his love. But not because people change (they don’t). But because you wanted to (you could). Slip away in the night and not give another thought to it. Headstrong and sure of yourself, you are all of these things with your eyes shut. So you slip away silently, sharply in...