Something happened last night. I saw another woman herself. I know I can’t be the only person seeing all of this. First the club and now this. It’s no coincidence and it’s made me start to question everything that’s been going on.
I have spent all my time walking the city I love, trying to know it, trying to feel it. Trying to capture its soul in my photographs. it’s my job.
But a dark fog has settled over us now. Maybe no one else is paying attention. But my camera is. That’s why I need to share this. Why I’m writing this blog. So you can see what I see. I’m going to prove it to you. I’m going to chase it down and give it a name.
And there it is again. That SHADOW. It’s as if it’s willing her, pushing her. Forcing her hand.
She seemed more SCARED than suicidal. She looked sick. Then, before she did it… Frighteningly CALM.
I used to know this city. It’s people. I’ve spent my whole life photographing them.
The government keeps telling us the city’s safe, that no contamination has spread from the Quarantine Zone. But it doesn’t matter. So many people have left. Fleeing from something they can’t see…
I wanted to document what’s happening to the people here. But since the explosion, since the construction of the Quarantine Zone, my photographs are different.
Is it despair? Confusion? Rage? Fear?
Everything’s changed. I need to shine a light in the dark. See what crawls out.
I went to the scene of a murder today. I knew the people who died there, they feature in my exhibition. The news says he murdered his wife and his baby. Those poor people. I had a feeling something wasn’t right with him. I never imagined how bad.
Looking at him again, there’s something going on beneath these expressions.
The detective in charge tried to brush me aside. ‘Another day in paradise’ he glibly called it but he didn’t look so sure. Like he knew more than he was letting on.
If this is paradise then there’s lots of snakes lose in the garden.
Look closely. Something’s happening to us. Something raw. Something is loose among us. Something sinister. Something unimaginable. Something we’re not ready to understand.
You can feel it, too, can’t you? Maybe you don’t want to admit it, but just take a look around. At the people next to you on the corner. The ones driving by in their cars. You’ll see it. Leering in a mirror’s reflection. Grinning at us. In the shadows of doorways and alleys. Just waiting its chance to cause chaos and violence.