1994. Arambol, Goa, India.

“It’s funny. So many interesting faces and yet no need to connect any more. I feel like it’s the place I look for comfort to now, not the people.

So familiar, but with a completely different human landscape. Another lesson in transitory living. The land remains – and only the land remains.”

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