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So that’s it. I don’t know where to go from here. I had a search for Shahriar last night around the places he used to go to sleep and eat but there was no sign. Today has drew another set of blanks with nobody else seeing or hearing anything. A very deafening silence.
Its difficult to know what to do next. What’s my role now? Shahriar is missing and quite possibly dead. I want to be able to tell this story, finish this story. I feel though I’ve only got half project at the moment – if that. There’s so much more to say.
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Tom
It’s hard to deliver a solid set of letters that will make any real difference to your emotions right now. I am thirsty and too lazy to drag myself into the kitchen for free flowing water that runs endlessly and without question. Our world is different – where troubles are often self-imposed and real problems a distant guessing game from places of sanctuary, structure and relative harmony.
The fact that a man in the final steps of a road that was never built with him in mind, would call you, and speak to you, secures a level of empathy in my mind that is rarely shaken. You have reached this man, you have pulled a smile, an awkward glance to camera and curious touch, no matter how this story ends Tom, you have drawn light from the eyes of someone that was gone a long time ago.
Tom, it’s all here. every photograph is a true testament to this man. you found each other, albeit briefly. and there is no such thing as completion…
will be thinking of you
Sarah