TEXT & PHOTOGRAPHY PATRICK LA ROQUE
We hold on. Through the thin, the thick, the unthinkable and the grandiose. We grow and we wither, breathing as one, fighters and poets and ghosts caught in a common interlude.
These are rallying points. Moments when we band together and push back, screaming, laughing.
We know all about faith and about equilibrium, the pull of time into some greying unknown. We know about the tides and the movements of the sun.
We know.
But today we choose to forget.
