Diary
by Eli Farinango from New York, NY
After almost nine months of being in isolation, I arrive in New York City. In the sounds of the city, I find myself with old thoughts, old fears, and the same search.
I almost feel unsure of saying that I have forgotten how to socialize with others, I don’t want to judge myself but my fear and confusion seem too much for me to get past.
Being around others causes me anxiety. I reassure myself I will be ok, that I will find moments and signs in my journey here. That my anxiety will be channeled into curiosity.
I ask myself to breathe. To exist behind the camera, play freely, feel through the lens.I exist.
The light that finds its way through the alleys, though the bridges and through the reflections, all lead my eyes back to the same search.
