I didn't know what we'd find in my brother's house, and I certainly wasn't prepared for what we did. I hadn't spoken with him recently but had heard he was doing well and keeping busy. His house told another story entirely. Years later I still can't find the words to describe it. The constants among the chaos shed some light on had been happening. Empty alcohol cans and bottles. Dog supplies and stains. His dog Felix died several years earlier, and it seemed like he'd been slowly dying since. 6000x4000
 Leica Q (Type 116), 28mm f/2.8 —
 My brother's suicide. The Tōhoku earthquake. Seemingly unrelated events which had a significant impact on my life. Abrupt devastation. Unanswerable questions.
Unfinished projects.