My brother was a mechanic. He fixed stuff. He'd go looking for broken and discarded things, take them apart, and build something new from their parts. He found a way to find beauty in the wreckage. From a distance, I thought he did that with his own life as well. I thought he was building something new from the wreckage. What he left behind told a different story. He had firmly embraced the wreckage and abandoned hope of ever rebuilding. 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.