Open Water

by Caleb Azumah Nelson

guess, it’s like knowing that you are something and wanting to protect that? I know I’m a photographer, but if someone else says I’m that, it changes things because what they think about me isn’t what I think about me.

Under what conditions does unconditional love become no more?

You don’t always like those you love unconditionally. Language fails us, always. Flimsy things, these words. And everything flounders in the face of real gratitude, which even a thank you cannot surmise, but a thank you to her also.

Perhaps that is how we should frame this question forever; rather than asking what is your favourite work, let’s ask, what continues to pull you back?

The happy ending is never universal. Someone is always left behind.

summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write.

To love is to trust, to trust is to have faith.