Lonely Celebrations

Walking amidst the sand and sea, or the city and sun, whatever the case may be, you find your mind wandering into the distance. The distance that seems like an endless void, where companionship is but a hope. Crossing the paths of many, but significance seems little to nothing as each rubs their shoulders on yours. This place was never meant for you. These people never appreciated you. Your talents and ambitions are nothing but a number in the system. Your mind and thoughts are an incremental contribution to the greater nothingness that we all pursue. Chasing purpose through ritual, meaning through habit and life through others all seems like an endless spiral of serotogenic pleasures that serve no purpose other than existence itself. The pursuit of man has become an oblique and disastrous toxicity that has ruptured the essence of what it means to be. Now we must all stand in line, get stamped on the forehead, patted on the back, scanned by the doorman, and judged by every eye. 

That's why paradise has now become the very apparent shear between society and self. To carve ourselves away from the meaningless pressures of people and bull shit. To not be obligated with pleasantries and formalities. To run into the deepest depths of this earths geography where man has not yet set its foot. Where the poison of capitalism has not yet sunk its claws and brewed bad blood. To be in a place where there is only us. The ones who actually care. The ones who actually try. The people who want to persue greatness through kindness. Morality and integrity held to its highest state. Abolish this contamination we call our current state and start a new. Join me... in the pursuit for something more than we have now. 

Photographer: Borja Azurmendi
Model: Donna Holiwod