All that you are is all you ever can have been at some point in the dim and distant future.
In spite of everything, am I worthy of my space on the Earth?
I had too much of everything and Everything was using me up.
Truth stimulates nothing, it’s the lies that give us comfort.
How casually human tolerance slips back into the comfort of ignorance even when confronted with unequivocal evidence of genocide.
The chaff of humanity blown by the winds of war onto the expressionless face of the world
To possess beauty, it is often in dreams the slow arrow is released.
In the aftermath of the struggle for supremacy, nothing ever remains that’s worth dominating.
Hayley Lemm, Already an award winning photographer, film director and music video maker.
There was a time when Beirut was as romantically evocative as Paris.