We Placed Your Ashes Under A Tree, But You'll Burn My Ashes Under The Sea.
Leica M2 | 35mm Voigtlander lens | Ilford HP5
"I’m trying to ask simpler question's, but I can’t find a simple question?" I say to Alexa, frustrated.
She is silent at first, then begins. "Yesterday I visited my aunt in the hospital. She maybe weighs 85 lbs now… and what I realized is that as we die we literally just become more of Love. There is only Love left. I can't even begin to explain the weight of the experience to be there with her, to hug her, and to hear her tell me how proud she is of me. I am sitting with all this and going to write it into a piece this week. In terms of simple questions, fuck yes, the questions are goddam simple. How can we be kinder? How can I be more of Love?"
"Damn," I say woken by how potent her words are, knowing I can be a better me as she guides my finger towards myself.
Shot for Alexa Mazzarello's unreleased website. See the rest of the series here.
The other night we pulled off at 3am and found a spot to sleep. We were wigging out at the smell of rotting flesh, trying to figure out what the kill was.