If you were to ask me about my greatest comfort, I would answer that watching the world go by from my bedroom window just before I go to bed is pretty high on my list. It’s something akin to watching a flame’s slow dance. These souls, like specks of fire, coming into and disappearing out of your peripheral vision. And these vehicles, these lights, when watched from a distance, seem to be animated by something bigger than the sum of their parts. It’s dazzling and reassuring at the same time to feel like, whether you want it or not, you belong to an unfathomably complex machine. Somehow, by simply watching the world, you feel less alone…

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_If you were to ask me about my greatest comfort, I would answer that watching Karla’s face popping up from her bedroom window at night is pretty high on my list. It’s certainly my favourite 11pm activity, and possibly one of the best times of the day where I can contemplate her beautiful features at length and undisturbed. It’s definitely a pay-off for crouching in the dirt in this little bush. Through my Leica Noctivid 10x42, I spy her deep, deep eyes so full of life. There is something about her that’s so dazzling and so reassuring at the same time, something I can’t explain. And yet, somehow, by simply watching her, you feel less alone… _