I shall celebrate
the holy loneliness.
And that heart-aching excitement
of an one-woman-carnival
won't begin until you all leave.
So please, leave?
Then, I shall be fine,
on my own.
I'm the ghost of time.
What actually is that, time has difficulty passing through me.
There's light I often get blinded by but
there's everything I need to know.
PhotographerNavyaata Magazine // Nepal
Assistant PhotographerTom Van Cakenberghe // Nepal