The car accelerates, and all of this is what I’m leaving behind. At the same time, I’m overcome by an indescribable feeling, an overwhelming emotion; it is an almost somatic sadness that settles in my stomach, the awareness that I am leaving everything behind. The awareness of a distance that is not merely a spatial matter.
Though for some it may seem like a childish exaggeration, like that fear or thrill from childhood of feeling chased by the moon, I know the sun will never again cast its shadow in quite the same way.
When I turn back and witness time transforming into space, when I see how everything becomes one, like a stain slowly spreading across a fogged window.
This feeling overwhelms me. And as you speak to me, your voice is something like the wind of a desert or a ruin.
But where does all this sadness come from? Why all this melancholy, seemingly without reason? After all, today is the eve of a promising journey.
Photography by Eliza Trejo // Dev/Scan at Fotograma Film Lab
Born in Campeche in 2001, he resides in Mérida. From a young age, he found in art a way to dialogue with the world. His work explores time and narration as means of capturing what is essential to the human condition, especially through photography and the written word.